"It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
"You should live like a flower,
Holding malice like a puppy,
Waging war like a lambkin."
"Not so," quoth the man
Who had no fear of spirits;
"It is only wrong for angels
Who can live like the flowers,
Holding malice like the puppies,
Waging war like the lambkins."
I can't believe we haven't done Stephen Crane yet. He is ideally suited for my purposes, as this entry makes evident. How, after all, does a lambkin wage war? FLUFFY ARROW, obviously!