Beauty in the Blight

Vanishing
Vanquishing ceiling people banqueting
Relinquishing duties off duty soldiers wouldn’t do

Reappearing, nearness frightens the night
Knows not ever to fight
The things they say you’d write
The beauty in the blight

Storming, it sleeps softly in a corner hotel room
Recognizing difference, and thought, and knowing
Booming, the room spins nearly beyond reach
Confusing similarly thoughtful growing

Banishing
Bantering floorbound prodigies pandering
Uncovering relics once relished by warriors’ swell

Disappearing, distance shuts downs the day
Says it’s better that way
The things they think will stay
The silver sash on the