Coil-bound pig skin sets the room on fire.
Unbound, the remains of his older brother gridlock soldiers’ boots to each other
While Cirrus ruffles standards through cat string on wire.
A child’s well-oiled trinket heralds doom and sears courage into hearts;
a heavier shield; a mechanical cornucopia boils it in guts.
Silver gleams reminiscent of steel, loosed in fleeting darts,
while the lacquered forest showers pearls under their pressing feet.
Eighty-eight elephants and seals with polished tusks lumber and clamber about
by edict of a warden’s ring,
and a white-gloved general delicately conducts his menagerie to battle.
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You get one point for every instrument you successfully identify. Eight possible.
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