War of Wok

The feels of the foods in the wok

Oh.. There you are

Heated and golden

As your temperature raises

Others are ready for you

to become your match

Irons keep clashing

Fire keeps burning

Then there comes black warrior and white knight

They blend so well.. oh very well

Eyes could not decide

It is the right of the king of taste

Will all of you become a good pleasure of war?

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I love your words that twist and turn, their temperature rising in the fire. I am eating my wok inspired lunch right now, so each word tasted rich and full.