eastly breeze

[cacian]

war and peace
the men and his
beast
tragedy's feasts.
but love
to think of it
least
determines
it is pieced
a wing of it easts.

[PeterL]

A warm breeze is pushing the Moon around,
The sweet bird's talons are seeking my flesh,
And I'm holding an arm out as target.
The battle is on, and I hope we both win.

The Eldest Gods decreed we play this war,
And all Their decrees are mandatory,
So we play at war we both want to lose,
Winning is losing self in another.