Deuce. First, the free form version:
Wizards of fear, wizards of love;
they fought the battle of Fearlove.
Where above the commerce roared,
its roar ignored. And below,
the wild beasts strode.
Magic pulsed from the wizards' lairs,
and made patterns in the Net.
Streams flowed new in ordered ways;
The animals marched about.
None did know 'cept those who fought,
what plan did guide their minds.
The others plod about their ways,
and did not try to part the haze.
Hard swirled the magic in the air,
long clashed their mighty wills.
Feel it when you are aware!
Sense them battling, in the stills.
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Second, a version with rigid meter and rhyme:
Wizards of love, wizards of fear;
they fought the Fearlove war.
Power they sought to win 'twas clear;
the souls at stake were more.
Up above the commerce roared,
while deep the mad ones strode;
war between, that roar ignored,
souls bent on worthless lode.
Magic pulsed from wizards' lairs,
intruding on all thought.
Traffic flowed towards ordered snares;
grim warriors crept about.
None did know 'cept those who fought,
what raged those endless days.
Most pursued they knew not what,
and could not part the haze.
Hard swirled the magic in the air,
long clashed the mighty will.
Do take care to be aware!
'Tiz said they battle, still.
