Poems by Lipos

(III)

(...) "The Citadel in the Sky" A mobile citadel, a city that rose amidst chaos. Fearless and fierce, it never attempts to conceal its prowess. Drifting high in the sky, it appears to be close to Aquila. Yet, its loyalty belongs solely to Nikador's spear Every Kremnoan troop is elite. Every Kremnoan weapon is refined. Every Kremnoan is a glorious warrior who will never betray the name of soldiers. They drink pomegranate juice as if it were blood. They keep their blades close at hand. Their final paths always lead them to battlefields vast Listen — The children of Gorgo are singing that tune once more: "Valorous death before glorious return!" "Be crowned in blood, and death is our supreme honor!" (...)