Poetry here.

[Agent Smith]

It was not wide
We could not hide
Close we sat, some stood
To those who wear the hood
We're here, they're near
Mere fear, ah, all is dear
Thuds, clinks, clanks
No ranks on the banks

[Agent Smith]

Soaring stacks
Bloody racks
Cold, cold, cold
No mold, not gold
Not green, not blue
Cows, they moo

[Agent Smith]

The air whistled
The water sparkled
The fire crackled
The earth trembled

The earth was his seat
The fire, snowy heat
The water, his thirst meet
The air, none, death in a heartbeat

[Agent Smith]

Nokalan was here
I sense, my dear
The lingering fear
Nokalan was here

Batalan was here
Joy and cheer
We're freer
Batalan was here

Dokatan was here
Here, there, same beer
No change, no, not a veer
Dokatan was here

[Alexiev]

Star light, star bright,
First in war, first in
Wish, may, hearts, tonight.

[Dubious]

Pray, where is the poetry here?
I sense it neither far or near!
To be it must have a degree of sense
Without, what remains is only nonsense.