War Fair

Combative.
I often find
That such a disposition
Does, indeed, make
The armory
For a future fray;
A barrage
Composed
Of tales,
High
And
Low,
Some fueling
Passion for a foe,
But in the other game
Of fairness,
Passion for woe
Or passion to sow
Eros' seeds.
Caution;
Woe breeds weeds.
Do not abandon the field;
For if you do,
You partake in action
To yield his planters
And prevent the gardeners
From monitoring
Such ailed vegetation
That may suffocate
The rose,
Even with its thorns.
This battlefield;
What be it?