The Battle of Vorochta
Posted By yumado on February 4, 2010
On my knees, I stare at my saber,
Forever stained with the blood of my enemies.
With the blade of another at my throat,
I wait here, patiently.
“Surrender, Cossack!” They demand.
I look up to the heavens, searching for an answer.
This is the end. I thought, My life ends today, regardless.
I agree to surrender. The papers are drawn.
As I am about to sign, I grab my sword.
I am shot in the back.
One last victory.
I force my blade into the commander’s chest.
More shots and I fall to the ground.
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