The Tartar War: Parts I-III

I: The Fog The war that held the nations in a general calamity According to official records, modestly began at sea A slender drop of tartar on a navigator's instrument Induced an incident that would be lastingly significant Away from safe and neutral waters for her taunting exercise The vessel trespassed flagrantly as all onboard remained unwise Where testing of new armaments to better to deploy know how Provoked a hail of angry shots that sharply glanced across her bow The consequential rupture through the highest power's corridor Cost influential delegates their once precarious rapport A trade agreement, months to mend, summarily was voted down As seafood flew in hot exchange before the speaker's sternest frown There hadn't been in ages a dispute sufficiently intense For eagerest belligerents to test their limits of defence Or for a young man restless in the stagnant atmosphere of peace To have a chance to his disgruntlement against a foe release The War Department, drawing on experiences of the past Preferred a cautious strategy above the fury of the blast The volatile voters were secure on the domestic front For the initial ground campaign, the volunteers would bear the brunt The Ministry of Propaganda's offices were set to swell With new recruits impatient to engage their captivating spell Instructions to the masses would arrive from them on channels wide With memos of superiors to use as their unfailing guide Investors scooped a windfall from the market's sudden closing turn At least the ones who had a major stake in a defence concern By gambling correctly on their government's combative stance Their faith in a negotiated settlement stood not a chance In short, the Tartar War was as ridiculous in proper name As it would be for its commencement to on any culprit blame A critical decision bowing to the pressures of the day Of people in a looping chain where no one held the final say II: The Pilot For Captain Scott, familiarity with his patrol's routine Assured him there was no assault he couldn't get away from clean Until he dared to make a second pass at a forbidding base Whose rocket stripped him of his plane to tumble in the clear blue space The wisdom of his cozy school, he had occasion to refute When well above the safety zone, he opened up his parachute And let himself be swallowed in the vast and panoramic scope Descending to the wild wood with bare survival as his hope His landing by observers tracked, his apprehension was a breeze To contemplate his coming horrors left him feeling ill at ease From pushy escort, freedom shocked, with well aimed arrows incoming Delivered by who called themselves the children of the burning spring On disadvantage's behalf, it was their attribute to act Inviting him to share the shelter of a hut from flora hacked Their hieroglyphs depicted as an active torch the local peak Apparently the exit of an incandescent vapour leak The base commander thought the flame too much of an unwelcome draw With hard cement he'd stemmed its hole and made its light against the law And now with entrance to its perch by somber sentries strictly manned A push to take it from the ground was sounder dreamed than could be planned The rescued man indulged in the repose of his idyllic gains Participating in the hunt and painting scenes with berry stains The women were attracted to the stranger from the morning sky And to engage his company were none of them the least bit shy An airstrip added to the base brought powered flight within his range His stealthy raid to steal a plane with tribal help was to arrange They silently subdued the guards, attacking in the dead of night Before the siren sounded, he was in a cockpit, taking flight He pivoted to see that the remaining planes would grounded stay Providing the accomplices the time to make a getaway Then arching to the mountaintop, his payload would ignite the blaze To draw the cheering of his friends and win from them their highest praise III: The Spy By embassy officials had Penelope been proudly bred The same who put the calling of a spy in her attractive head Recruiting her from childhood to eavesdrop on the guests who came For tidbits of importance in negotiations' ruthless game She had a gift for languages that made her the astutest bet To infiltrate the enemy where access to their plans was let Their own assessment would confirm her typing was impeccable And rate her presentation as both polished and professional They hired her to shuffle papers in the transportation corps An area with less of what precisely she was looking for Though movements could be analyzed to military targets glean And her employer dining with a general, she'd plainly seen To get him into bed with her where she could force his secrets out Applying her seductive charm, she masterfully went about The mailroom clerk found her request a difficult one to resist And finally allowed her leave to scan the senders on her list Her prying eye identified the only knowledge she could use Discovering her boss's love for glossy shots of women's shoes The magazine subscription struck the woman as peculiar For he who had no partner he could lavish, in particular The fetish had a deep effect upon the footwear that she chose To wiggle for his warped delight, she shamelessly exposed her toes But he seemed not to notice as he tended to affairs of state Regardless of her podia, he would not ask her on a date Her subtle passes having failed to magnetize his interest Improperly atop her desk she lifted up her pumps to rest The tactic proved successful by the invitation that she found To meet inside his office after work with no one else around The hour reached, she checked herself and moved in for the final kill And found the mailroom clerk instead with drink her cast off shoe to fill He'd buried his subscription in the catalogs of his employ In order to conceal his shame, no matter how he'd spies annoy (to be continued)
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