[Vulgar]

Rally

Soldiers ride in barrels, hairstyles wily but mostly high and narrow
Insomniacs with spears and a penchant for fire arrows
The war starred the warden's winter garden Winthorpan corporals
Horned enforcements, marching up north with their storm-warbled work-kits
Peasants and the poorest armed in bronze gear they'd rented from a fortress
carrying flags the color of a peach, Norsemen's orchards they'd never be
The battlefield fruitless, rows of men, growing thin, who'd seldom speak
Lemon-seeds and metal siege the mellow meadow's melamine
Shattered shields from shallot steel, peeling onions into several ribbons
Grenadiers salivate at the coward king as pellet-ridden (Phalladine's perplexed & limping)
the frontline a drenched palimpsest - busted open that chest full of pinpricks
explosive bundles where the dead lay slain, choked and huddled
Is that scorpion-black firewood or limbs petrified in a hopeless struggle?
Charlemagne must've vomited ninja stars all over the floor
now tell him his soul isn't pure...
Diplomacy's crucifix has four points: de facto, de jure, and decapitated couture.