They come as beasts of terrible burdens
With poised shields and spears thrust
Pricking us with death’s pointy fingers
Licking up our blood like dregs of an unfinished soup.
They suck out of us the will to live.
They hide under impenetrable coats of steel
Armoured to the teeth by barbs of a scorpion’s making
Our lives is theirs for the taking.
They encircle us in a maze
With battle formation as tight as the devil’s fist.
We make our last stand here
Blearily peering with half-lidded eyes
Into the certainty of death
We smile awkwardly
We intend to see the reaction of our gods
When we tell them we were pierced by a demon phalanx
at the peak of our glory.