"Refreshing the tormented and twisted, oddly redeemed, recollection of two years’ worth of battle" - just finished after a month of working on it off and on in my rare spare time between two jobs - it's in three-line stanzas with lines of seven syllables each - that's where all the hard work comes in, shaping it (except for the last line)
Pre-Roman Celtic fortification of Castro de Castromaior, near Portomarín, Galicia, Spain Refreshing the tormented and twisted, oddly redeemed, recollection of two years’ worth of battle Refreshing the tormented and twisted, oddly redeemed, recollection of two years’ worth of battle—two years since I took a long walk in dead of winter towards the end of the world—two years of war— factions arrayed in old blue against old red against green of ivy and orange and against gold with red and rude animal hide against mail and armor emblazoned with royal coats of arms and armed with living swords whose names and biographies are told or sung by those who wield them—their subjects reflect the firelight in the charmed and blessed and cursed brilliance of their metal blades honed in faith against self-doubt in bruising breaking crushing battle—bone shattered by old metal and just the sound of flesh b...