Verbal Calligraphy and Damnations

VERBAL CALLIGRAPHY AND DAMNATIONS Onward, rush to me o brave souls, Of honor and virtue in balance. Come forward to further my lofty goals. Go downward on blade point claiming but few pence. Long walking upon swollen feet, Freezing fingers cleaving to cold steel, Building warmth in sprints from street to street, ‘Til hot steel furnish the final sear thou feel. Trotting to death, as I say so, Upon beasts of burden in fine ranks. Thou think it to be for Lord and Land tho. Nay, it be for commerce and prosperous banks. Fire shot, reload with canister, To repel the fierce foe of thy king, Heedless of the planning so sinister, In thy loss is gain, and thy life was nothing. By hearth thou await a return Of the eldest thou nurtured so fair. Coldly thou sit and watch the embers burn, Fearing the load a nearing caisson may bare. Fracturing frozen land with tears, Believing lying emissaries. All calls to arms are built upon thy fears, And kings’ ambitions fill thy cemeteries.