Not by choice
I joined the ancient brotherhood
Of war doomed souls
Muscles carved by
The secret sculptors of remorse
Back beaten by whips
Of spiritual blows
My armour bent
By the Cerberus’s mad bites
My shield cracked
In bloody battles
In the temples of Achlys
Thoughts torn
By the claws of
The gloomy dawn
Though I’ll never beg for mercy
Bleeding and fighting
In the clear blue sky of
The Thermopylae in me
21.09.2015,
Bialystok city, Poland
