Each wall marked with a spear, a polished skull at the tip
To tell every new enemy that there'd be no option of peace
Facing fears of a people who offered no quarter, many fled
Few didn't let fear inform any action, even beneath a whip
Leaders of a fortress unfallen in sieges, they knew caution
The enemies unconcerned with slaughter, one of the dead
Trust and will go together, defenders may stand forever
Every skull upon every spear tip was one from the city
For the cities own helped defend the fortress, in death
"It is better to deserve honors and not have them
than to have them and not deserve them" Mark Twain
than to have them and not deserve them" Mark Twain
