Departure of the Scythians

[Atehequa]

From that citadel, one could hear
Those tortured souls sadly weeping
Horrible nightmares, fitful sleeping
Within their cold stone walls of fear
Bright lanterns casting a golden glow
Ever so tempting to the horde below

Those who are holding out in there
Surrounded, besieged and living in fear
Long watching for their rescue to appear
Hope waning from their eyes, they stare
Facing starvation they wait and worry
As the horde below seemed in no hurry

Hindsight is useless, how the truth stings
“They will never attack this mountain stronghold”
In this assumption, the Assyrian lord was overly bold
Much to the dismay of the Scythian kings
Hoping to catch these Assyrians on an open plain
Circling fast, letting their deadly arrows rain

The Medes reminded all how Nineveh fell
So would this outpost on the Assyrian border
Another such terrible siege would be in order
For how long and hard no one could tell
On this night another full moon has come
Rising to the blasting horn and pounding drum

Scourging what remained of the Assyrian Empire
Now in deadly progress and long overdue
From great Babylon to the high steppes of Urartu
Lowland valleys the Median kings desired
Singing war songs and whetting their swords
Administrating ill wishes of the Chaldean lords

Scythian nobles and warriors crowd the tent
A cannabis cauldron has filled it with smoke
Mirthful fighting men, how they laugh and joke
Quite fearless in their glassy eyed contentment
Little desire they had for continuing another siege
And less love they held for the Chaldean liege

At Nineveh their shares of the spoils were slight
Now there was much talk of being cheated
These Assyrians were broke and all but defeated
The Scythians decided to pull out later that night
Enjoying a good smoke bath, their minds at rest
Soon to be on the open steppes, they loved the best

[sweetwater]

and the recreation of ...

great prose and propping

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