Combat

I watch you 

breaching silently

into our territory.

Annoyed, I over whelm

with relentless fury.

You defile the 

pathway into my 

prodigious kingdom.

I devise a plan

of attack at random.

My allies inside 

appreciate the 

startling wisdom

You are to be defeated 

at once for I am against

appease

and my allies will

now storm out in the

form of a SNEEZE

I --> air trying to get inside the nostrils

You --> dust in nostrils 

N.B. When particles of dust irritate the nasal mucosa they are thrown away by convulsive expulsion of air from the lungs.