The Phalanx

The rapture and pure ecstasy
Of manifest conquest
The relation of man with steel
A symbiotic beauty

The chosen form
Tried and true
Through ages
Unquestioned
Giving no ground
To the enemy

Blood flowing
Through the rivers

Drink deeply
With strong roots
Brothers of earth
Those beside
Sworn the same
Brothers of earth

Blood flowing through the rivers
Exemplifying their defeat
Declining numbers flee to the shore

Now darkness falls by sworn hands
Shown the pure essence of valor
Blind beasts vomit regret

The few with hidden fatigue
The strong wait patiently
For a challenge worthy of the phalanx

As the dying plea aloud
they are met with spear point
Granted no quarter by any justice
Given only the beautiful option of death
And their bodies are dismembered

The phalanx
It's symbiotic beauty
The phalanx
The strong wait