We scurried around like rodents
our path makes us as killers
throughout storms we shivered
to the end of the agogi

You that not know our ways
thought as alien
no poetry no art
just the closed blades of war

We were made note not to feel
and no mercy for our enemies
we were V in a pack
and close was our brotherhood

Try with any that still live today
see blind glory their way
see the ancient past
brought back to life

In what they did not need
the poets of Greek Lords

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris