Although at times two foes are bound for more,
Before their altered state, two banners fly.
Attrition either’s aim, each wages war,
Lest one should rather for the other die.
As only from the final volley’s burst
Shall two in one a single nation form,
So we, entrenched in battle from the first,
Are merely foes who may perhaps transform.
For you, whose sight alone deals lethal force,
From your fortress, strike without reprieve;
Which I lay siege upon without remorse,
Each breath for me, and not for you, I breathe.
The damage done, to you I humbly yield,
Resigning with (and not upon) my shield.