/lit/ - Literature

I got some good feedback last time I posted, here's some recent progress I made with a link:

III.I
Windswept grasslands heaved lyke tydes
Submerging those who shelter seeked,
Atop the torrent brazen panzers
Sailed ahead with rage and pryde
As infantry formed lyke a fleet
Behind their tracks to slouch and cower.
III.II
Thunder shook the redoubts bare
As barrage after barrage surged
Onto gullies meant for cover
To hurl combatants in the air.
Their remains, the source of scourge,
Earthwards plunged to there fynd slumber.
III.III
As rats when tangled tail-to-tail
In one tyght knot firmlie confyned,
Orcs in foxholes huddled near
Till mortar shells lyke shrieking gales
Their bonds of friendship there untwyned,
Ending lyves - easing fears.
III.IV
With Wayland’s weapons to stryke their foes
Charged myghtie columns of armoured spyte,
The clawing shrubs could not persuade
Their tracks to halt or backwards go,
Man’s brigades marched lyke a blyght
The otherlings to thus invade.
III.V
Growling engines fierclie ferried
Ireful beasts intent to kill
All who stood beyond man’s borders,
Whose birth to death had them decreed,
Whose birth had made them less than swill
For man had deemed them much his lesser.
III.VI
Barking ryfles with bloated bowels
Emptied salvoes in measured beats,
In twos and threes - in friend and foe,
In harmonie with all the foul
Songs of death and rotting meat
To entertain the feasting crows.
III.VII
Here an orc to raiding foes
Unleashed a burst of ryfle fyre,
Upon their friends they slumped in pain
Where manie more there slumped below.
Their remains, consumed by myres,
Just lyke their peers decayed in vain.
III.VIII
Here grenades thrown in a hole
Skywards tossed a helm with head,
Through dust with haste - through fear with frenzie,
A pack of men to take control
From orcish hands and from the dead
A narrow trench of lyce besieged.

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