Assembled into silhouettes,
The patriots align.
A fervor lush with hatred;
A siege amongst the mind.

Battalions closing forward;
The mechanics of defeat.
Watching smoke induce surrender,
Nearly touching victory.

The flag is brought to viewing;
Commander called to cease.
Guns are laid upon the castle floor,
The men brought to ther knees.

The enemy withdraws itself,
Poised an acre to the North.
And volleys seven tons of mortar shells
Into the castle court.

There’s a feeling hard to manage--
An overwhelming misery.
When the walls reduce to rubble
And you see your enemy.

Like a sand castle it crumbles
Once the keystone is removed;
And glory burns like bullet wounds
On Christmas afternoon.
 
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