• Schlechtburg


    Behind the lines of enemy spines
    A war is raging throughout the plain
    A deadly strike of none alike
    Shots throughout the rain

    Private Kitsuyo
    Young and naive
    Prowling through enemy township
    Foward to go
    Squad to retrieve
    To give the artilliary the slip

    Grey fur blowing, pride is growing
    He knew he was a star
    At just nineteen, the sights he's seen
    The reality: bizzare.

    Houses burning
    Others unscathed
    Eyes only focused on what's ahead
    Slowly learning
    In light he's bathed
    Knowing soon he may be dead

    The successful fight of every right
    The seige had more in store
    Another scare of this affair
    The Germans were back for more

    Flash of blade
    Knocked down clean
    A gash below right eye
    Vision grayed
    Things unseen
    Afraid he'll surely die

    Blood obscuring, courage procuring
    Instinct drawing in
    Paws curling, tail unfurling
    But he knew he cannot win

    He cannot find
    But first he knew
    That defense was the key
    He turned behind
    Inner rage grew
    And lunged at the Nazi

    Missed in rage, but like a sage
    He knew just where to be
    Turn and dive, he dodged alive
    Ignoring the pain's plea

    The Nazi missed
    Knife in hand
    And went to jab again
    He got the jist
    His smile grand
    But noticed lacking pain

    Swipe was off, while Kitsuyo scoffed
    It only hit the air
    The time had let his bayonette
    Take a lunge in care

    It didn't hit
    It barely grazed
    The Nazi's uniform
    The piece of s**t
    He muttered, dazed
    His eye was growing warm

    He noticed pain, still the same
    But ignored the growing hurt
    The blood has poured, sensations soared
    Soaking army shirt

    Water downpours
    Heart pounding
    Muzzle simply filled with blood
    No remourse
    Taken by force
    But the entire life's a puzzle

    Another shot, nothing taught
    Life not taken away
    In the war, there was no score
    Only those lives at bay

    The recruit knew
    He had no time
    The move must be taken in haste
    With what to do
    It was no crime
    There was naught time to waste

    Bayonette in hand, with pain's demand
    He took another blow
    The Nazi leaped, Knife took a sweep
    With nothing for it to show

    Kitsuyo panting
    Pain inducing
    Blood loss going to his head
    But luck was granting
    Chance introducing
    As he knew he'll soon be dead

    One final try, as he may die
    The stress was too intense
    With one last lunge, he took the plunge
    In surprize, with no defense

    The weapon in
    Blood falling deep
    The Nazi screamed in torment
    With Kitsuyo's grin
    Nazi, in heap
    With life completely spent

    Collapsing quick, and like a brick
    Fell onto the young pup
    With glistening eyes, full of despise
    Breaking his arm, life up

    Kitsuyo fell
    And with broken arm
    Proceeded to force the Nazi off
    With his arm well
    And Eye in harm
    He patched himself up with a scoff

    And so he ran across the span
    Which seperated the troop
    With eye in pain, blood washed by rain
    Reunited with the group

    And so the story of young Kitsuyo
    Is only just explained
    From scar and arm to origins
    And what stories he's retained