Quietly as a cotton tissue it unfolded

Each feint expertly crafted to deceive

Peerless their disguise

Only the blind could have recognized

Beyond blue skies and sandy beach

Diverse, incomprehensible their reach

Rhymes and twisted verse spreading

But is there time enough to educate

Compensation inadequate to succeed

Veiled threats whispered to the deaf

The manuscripts of the blind, left behind

Not in view on the battlegrounds

Words scribed lacking all clarity

Their origin never seeking parity

What is to be left by you and me

Not the legacy we'd want it to be

But thus it is deigned

No mercy planned for us

And so, let the game begin

Nascent strategist we'll never be

Mighty warriors not our concept

Cloaks and aura our only armor

Damned battle, we'll not win