Cavalry saddled, dappled flanks foam lathered
Rattling at their sallying, fracturing gatling action
Cleopatra’s fleet abandons field at Actium, ending the team.
Teeming with corpses, sunrise orpiment solifies creamy pinttop waves bloodfoamed
Octavian, having smashed Marc Antony’s maritime armies, consolidates
Pheasant-fletched arrows along a dead soldier’s ridge like fangs in a fine-toothed comb.
Alchemisland 
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