It's been too long since I've written anything. And so, as promised here's the "epic" I alluded to a few days ago.
A Four Day Battle
They knew they would lose going into the fray
That there was no hope of winning
They made peace with whatever gods they did pray
And set out on their doomed beginning
The enemy rumbled and stumbled about
Not caring a bit for their foes
Rain and cold did not keep them out
of the battle to add to the vanquished ones
Bolstered by liquor they charged into war
Grabbing them by their warty heads
Lifting them up and then heaving them for
The brain matter flying from fractured heads
Numbers and bodies replenished by day
One to be decimated at night
They sit and guard on walls of hay
Hoping their visages will give a fright
The attackers vision is blinded by beer
And so the scary eyes do no good
One by one and without fear
The righteous are crushed under foot
As champions of our quiet town
You'd think that we would do more
And protect the smaller and weaker around
where we patrol near the lake shore
But truth be told we're only two
And the victims number quite high
Their enemies outnumber us, also true
And safety is first, not to die
Over and over the bodies were crushed
And over and over replaced
At night the streets were littered and touched
By guts and gore and tire-smashed face
Four days of battle passed away
And only some casualties found
It had tapered to fewer and fewer each day
With cleanup a task to confound
Was it worth it? Some would say yes
The families of victims would bust
For records and glory I cannot guess
That the toll that was taken was just
