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Nine Inch Nails “The Four Of Us Are Dying”
Skirmish
A thousand broadswords unsheathed
Numbers swollen
Primed to do battle
Ample mark to bequeath
Regimented.
Standing tall on this uneven ground
with chain mail ornamented
Dressed not to recess
No finesse in such actions
The numbers would never stack up
should we tally in fractions
By birthright united
Shared vision far-sighted
A militia this fearsome and true
cannot be expedited
As the battlefield doesn’t take kindly
To those who stumble in blindly
No prisoners taken out here
Death will not ask politely
It will grope
It will snatch
without blessing
Most unkind as it’s pressing
A caress not to savor
It strikes with intent to dethrone
the very second we waver
Bleeding us out
Through mortal wounds
Armor littered with lashes
Crude gashes
Gushing
Rushing to greet us
With icy hands
These are its plans
Denied.
See defeat is an option
Never once entertained
For the Spartan blood running deep
Knows not how to restrain
It’s this purpose
This bite
This insistence to fight
Which just might see us vanquish our foe
Each victory ours to bestow
Dense rivers of grue still to flow
No conceding
This bleeding
Need not be impeding
As it spews to renew
Is as tried as its true
Each twinge of affliction
Gainsays dereliction
Supplies benediction
Debunks this infliction
Inanimate
No more
Blindest faith now restored
No longer sightless
No longer flightless
Stampeding.
Marching.
Unassailable faith overarching
Disavows our undoing
Won’t allow for such ruin
Standing tall on this uneven ground
Shoulder to shoulder
An immovable boulder
Resolute to the bittermost end
Never once begging to differ
Always protected
As the blood of a Spartan runs thicker.
No fear
No resignation
Just a solitary crimson tear
And
The sweetest Salvation.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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A beautifully personal piece about encouragement through the darkest of battles .
I love this and will keep it near:
“Standing tall on this uneven ground
Shoulder to shoulder
An immovable boulder”