By B
Unfazed by the flesh
Carpeted landscape
behind them
They advanced, undeterred
By the story before them
With pens against Kalashnikovs
They trudged on
Fear shrinking in disgust
At their impeccable bravado
Terror fleeing in their wake
Death fell like hail around
Them, the symphony of fatality
Resonated through their auricles
But like men of Leonidas
They fought
Holding their hellespoint
Like the last breath of air
Knowing their bloods will water
Their fleshes will fodder
For tomorrow's vanquisher
Their dying lips utter
The pledge over and over
Scorning death in splendour
They wished for a bullet
In the heart
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