Burning red of sunset fades,
Cloud blurred the skyline without silver lining.
Blinking along the mountain's hidden profile,
Like it also gaze back into him.
Three men watching up in the tower,
Overlooking and isolated from around.
Sixteen hundred yard space with enough supply,
Ten malabar trees meaning "show me the money".
To the west lies the Mountain.
Same name as where a brutal war was fought.
Men and herons fishing on anonymous river,
Possibly flow into Yangzte through many branches.
Defending a fortress only for a vague reason,
Waiting for an expected enemy in your foxhole.
Plotting in mind a retreat,
Or a counter-strike only by imagination.
Lanscape twisted into bizzare shape,
Sliced into patches by the highways.
Swamps guarded by Wingnuts.
High rises mixed with construction sites.
Headquarter doesn't bother to brief,
Only command is to hold on.
Talk to the trusted in dreams,
Named the trees using Smurfs' names.
Patrolled on the mountain top
Sprawling to neighboring state.
Malabar trees from other part of the planet,
And known for a local name.
Duty, faith, revenge...
River, the mountain and meditating,
Victory, honor, hatred...
The tree's named Greedy Smurf.
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