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The Plane of War (Free verse) by MacFrantic
Two tides of men stood still
As they collectively exhaled;
The stale air trembled
Suddenly iron sprang and clashed iron
Sound roared from them
Shaking the sky;
Cracking the earth away to fire
The pulsing fever of death
Upon death shrouded the sun
While the mangled shields
Giving way and giving ground
Fought nothing except themselves
All of time had come to this
This single point of disaster
When all of man stood still;
When none could breathe
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