Battle Cry

Fire and ice, a layer
Long spread on the glass-
A glaze, separated,
Less than complete.

Pull the shields, the silence
From the infinite turns, niches,
The secrets from the tamed-
The war begins noble.

Sit still, and it follows,
Paints a canvas of soot
(Smiling eyes don't see).
Overturn yourself in the night,
And uncover a prowess long set.