This poem uses anaphora, which is the repetition of a certain word or phrase throughout the poem.
The call of the battle too strong
to resist. The call to be brave
would not desist. The call on
my heart as you begged me
to stay. The call from my lips
as I turned you away.
For each there’s a call, a drum
we all hear. And the beat in
my soul overrode my
stark fear. I fought against those
whose call was too strong for a
golden haired boy caught up
in this throng.
And though I am one who
fell in this fight, I can hear
angels calling tonight.
The Call by Equinox Chick
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