belligerence
Learn more about other poetry terms
We fought on the frontier.
The lush forest became a labyrinth, laying the groundwork for our tombs.
Food was scarce, water deprived, and the shelter, hollow as our bones.
What sayeth thou o' wise confidant,
You old self-Omni-potent fool;
Believeth in the ways of the scholar yet thou hath cast out,
All faith all reason for such frivolous worldly attires.
