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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As swift assaults endeavored to prevail, the magnitude of death was asinine. ‘Twas such a toll above a measured scale that no explicit value could define. As battles raged, no exploit could surmount the endless waves that fell within the storm. Such tolerance exceeded Heaven’s count and thus, infinity became the norm. But still they charged into the depths of hell with nothing but eternity ahead. Though cannons rang the sounding of the knell, ‘twas not the time to stop and count the dead. A trident wave vowed nothing would remain but though impaled, the bear would rise again. But though impaled, the bear would rise again maneuvering to stall the Devil’s spear. It stood abreast to fight deceit’s disdain with no intent to ever bow in fear. And as its body suffered in the clash, its fierce resolve withstood each brutal blow. Though blood would pour from ev’ry piercing gash, its heart supplied a never-ending flow. This fiend is peckish, never satisfied, and ever seeks to satiate his ire. But satisfaction stands to be denied when battling a never-ending fire. And though its body faltered from assail, its battle-weary heart withstood the gale. Its battle-weary heart withstood the gale of unrelenting wails from fire and steel. Such irony his Typhoon wind would quail within the icy grip of winter’s chill. The Crimson bear withstood the fusillade then persevered to press the forging waves, in forced retreat, his mighty legions frayed as rivers, hills and vales became their graves. The tolls of death shall always be too great when arrogance pursues its pyrrhic aims, for cold contempt shall underestimate incompetence that fans the warring flames. Though despot greed was ever seeking more, conceit had railed then faltered at the door. Conceit had railed then faltered at the door, as dire attrition compromised the quest. The feckless Bear had proved to be much more and winter’s wrath had put them to the test. Ferocity held fast against the goal of Hell’s intent to pierce the ursine heart. As consequence of venture took its toll, his confidence began to fall apart. ‘Tis only time before regrets devour the arrogance that lended to this deed, ‘tis only then, within his final hour, this devil lets the treachery concede. A swift defeat would be the battle cry, his Crimson trophy, stoic hearts deny. His Crimson trophy, stoic hearts deny though still the devil ravages the East. His raging fires of fury amplify as iron and steel are savagely unleashed. And though the bear had kept him from its heart its ravaged body agonized in pain. From all the evil Satan would impart, all of Russia wore its bloody stain. But still defiance held intent at bay as Satan sought to break the ursine will. Relentless ire would rise again each day in ceaseless waves to face his iron and steel. The devil’s due had failed to breach the door and all the world would change forevermore.
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