Note : Height :: Smote : Blight

Answer the call from the back of the head
aching to stall what your lacking will shed
ablest of windstorms sees all that you were
malice for leaf shorn trees fail to spur

the takers of chords with the pen of the night
making a sword play a trick on the light
generous downturn, the fables of fear
fabulous brownfield: give me your peer

attack with the hand of article wraith
constitutional ban on participle faith
regarding your nose, so sorry it broke
gullible rose leaves thorns up in smoke.