still standing on them, pushed by the
wall sentries guardng the fort... arrows
flow both ways. the speed of which
increases heading to the ground, slowing
as their upward arc increases... shields
up - goes the command to all soldiers
who have made the mistake of enlisting
in the combat... generals sit on the horse
seats high on the mountain, away from
the battle and safe... still hoping for a
victory from the lads still alive... hot tar
is poured down the fort's side in the hopes
of cooking the intruders... none of which
would be suitable for eating as they have
not been bathed in days... inside the fort,
women tend to the wounded, patching up
the holes like mending a quilt, hoping for
an early setting sun and an end to all the
hostilities at least until the sun appears.
16 March 2023
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