Creatures

Creatures By Nathan Hannen Out they came from cover, Covert in every timed movement, Now they march Smashed from previous melees, Just a faint shadow of the men they used to be A heart of hearts, They remained collectively as one, In the ending steps of their lives Broken warriors, Fighting against the odds, Until burned, Smashed, And interned, No choice given T'is these heroes who deserve paramount recognition, For what the end has delivered A time in the clock of survival, A vision in the mirrored image of freedom's vibrant eye All to these heroes, The ultimate prize, Victory in loss and death, In accordance with life