When furthering a noble cause so blest

A loose Shakespearean

When furthering a noble cause so blest

by Titan spirits, they expect no less,

though weaker mortals do lay down to rest,

the finer stock, their bolder minds profess

the zombie bodies stack the path so high,

decrepit, animated, not alive.

The hardy warrior never deigns to sigh

despite the forces which feign to contrive

a way to put our dear honor at stake

our honor our most significant trait.

Lo, deadly claws in our flesh rip and rake.

We're too proud to accept such gruesome fate.

You heroes, met with stern opposition,

for all Men's sake stay true to your mission.