Tempered Strength in the Face of War

We don't speak the same language of war. You throw tantrums while I track

terrain. You swing wild just to feel like you're strong. I count exits,

I measure range. You want crowds and cheering eyes. I want silence,

strategy proof. You chase battles just to tell a story. I

choose the ones I cannot lose. I don't raise my voice to warn you.

If I move, it's already done. I don't fight to make a

spectacle. I fight when the war is won. Think twice before

you rattle gates you were never built to hold. You want war, then know the