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Answer 1

Whispers of war,
Met my door
And to thy horror,
They began to moor

Dressed in honey,
That fell from their brows
Sweat from their endeavors,
Satiating my grounds

Incapacitating aroma,
Sweet beckoning
I cannot stop my heart
It's beating, it's reckoning

Find me not,
In the halls of peace
Tranquil melodies fall at my feet
I swim to the shores,
of Ares

Answer 2

@Elsa213

Answer 3

Another manifestation of my imagination for this machination. Thoughts, comments, and critiques welcomed.

Answer 4

Flawless *^*

Answer 5

Better than I could do honestly.

Answer 6

Tranquil melodies

Answer 7

I think you were online when I wrote it. Was fresh in the mind.

Answer 8

I don't necessarily think about these, 5-10min tops.