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IN A FAR AWAY WORLD, in a far away time, the last stand of the minotaurs begins, as the bovines fight for their very existence. Against the massed ranks of the deadly foe, they realise they have no hope and no way to turn the tide. When all hope is lost, their old adage states, don your loincloth and take your axe, and face your doom like a bull should.
oOowith bellowed cries of hurt and pain
the bull set off to fight again
bloody eyed and blooded brain
to stand against the foe
attack and scream and fall and wail
under skies as pale as pale
where black birds watchful ever sail
for meat to fill their bellies
limbs like lead and mind gone numb
hoping death might yet not come
the enemy massed beneath the sun
and so few of us remaining
crack of horn and axes sweep
another fighter from his feet
his open eyes dull in defeat
as blood spurts from his wounds
a lance is thrown from somewhere high
piercing through our own bull's hide
his might seeps from his wounded side
he falls upon the ground
and now he can rest at last
his broad back cooled by blood-stained grass
the surge of battle carries past
while day fades into twilight
then silence overtakes the site
as winged dusk turns into night
the battle's over - wrong or right
the bull still here - still breathing
all his comrades true are slain
no hero songs as they are lain
no heroes' graves - the pit of shame
the foe have seized the day
the bull pulls strength from deep inside
as life blood streams hot from his side
crawls away from those who died
and yet others to be slaughtered
cold morn comes with ruddy light
o'er fields of death - the horrid sight
as winners drunken raise delight
plunder - rape - and maim
in a hollow miles away
the minotaur sees one last day
before sleep takes him and fades away
the last bull goes to darknessoOoCategory Poetry / Fantasy
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 119 x 120px
File Size 339 B
Your heart may rest, your task is done
ha roo -- ha roo
Your last blood flows, your race is run
ha roo -- ha roo
Loud has rung the the battle cry
Slip the grip the final try
Rest great warrior doomed to die
Brave bull i hardly knew ye . . . .
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An evocative durge, friend wolf. Inspiring as well, though any verse i may answer is only an echo of the finely condensed power here.
ha roo -- ha roo
Your last blood flows, your race is run
ha roo -- ha roo
Loud has rung the the battle cry
Slip the grip the final try
Rest great warrior doomed to die
Brave bull i hardly knew ye . . . .
---
An evocative durge, friend wolf. Inspiring as well, though any verse i may answer is only an echo of the finely condensed power here.
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