Poems - Midnight landing.

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MIDNIGHT LANDING

Darkness, not a sound,
Night time
We advanced without shouting "Hurray!"

Doors are locked
And they will draw a forfeit,
Our job is a midnight landing.

Quiet, inaudible
The foot steps
The smell of the enemy is in the air.

I am a volunteer
I could choose
Just how everyone didn’t want to die.

I silently pray
To make us lucky
So that it blows away again like yesterday.

Someone is unkind
Stamped into the night
Someone then turned on the lights.

Flashed like an explosion
Electric light,
There is danger everywhere, there is no salvation.

I experienced
For a moment of shock
We felt so good in the dark!

I hear the command:
- Let's move back!
But not everyone can survive this hell.

Just not everyone
Whatever one may say,
Today we will be able to move back.

We need to fight!
And, as if in a dream,
I retreat along the smooth wall.

Higher and higher
I'm stubbornly crawling,
I see the enemy being Satan below.

Sneaky slides
Sand underfoot
I have one last shot left.

This is where it ended
My song
From behind, point blank, there is a stream of dichlorvos.

That would be fine
But in unison with her
The slipper is raised above me like a sword.

Let me die
From suffocation and wounds!
Tarkan does not surrender alive!

(C) Valery Malchev