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Children of mandalore,
Children of Osmira,
March as the day draws nearer.

Grab your rifle,
Grab your bag,
Your feet do not drag.

As near draws the day,
For you to earn your stay.

In this keep, we will fight.
Because it is our right.

Children of mandalore, sons of Osmira, unite.
Draw away the impieral blight.

Show them your might, make them fear your spite.

Grab your rifle, set up your defenses, make them pay for their offenses.

Marching into doom, the empire will see only gloom.

"Murderous bastards!" The osmirans yell, as the impieral soldiers fell.

Do they hear, can they see,
The rage inside we?
The dread instilled, as with bodies the streets were filled. The fear encouraged, the terror unabridged.
The strength expressed, or are they unimpressed?

1 thousand came, 1 thousand left, and surrender we did, with much heft.

300 defended, 300 died, 300 warriors, whose graves never lied.

Fly your banner high, oh you empire, since your victory is not nigh.

Beaten but not broken,
Battered only to regroup.
A warrior need only recoup.

Defend the enclave, brave warriors, stand and see, what a warrior can be.
What the children have done, what the old men have won.

Don't you see?
The people's minds are free.
Broken the chains of your tyranny.
The people rally, from every hill to every valley.

The battle is not done, the day is not over.

And to that your mind should sober.

So hear today the cry of a warrior, hear today the screams of war.

And remember them in your nightmares forever more.

"OYA MANDA! Defend the Enclave!"
These words, you cannot ignore.

(All rights to starwars are unfortunately under the stewardship of disney. This is simply a poem inspired by a fan RP I was in. This one is sort of the flip side of shadows of tyranny. This is what those shadows can actually do to someone or something. The story goes that 300 old men and children, all mandalorian in heritage, stood to defend their enclave against 1k impieral stormtroopers before finally surrendering, considering the loss already too great. The empire murdered men women and children that day, but they paid for it dearly. An entire battalion of stormtroopers and 200 of another were lost. The image was made using a miniature from hero forge i did and an AI.)

Description
Children of mandalore,
Children of Osmira,
March as the day draws nearer.

Grab your rifle,
Grab your bag,
Your feet do not drag.

As near draws the day,
For you to earn your stay.

In this keep, we will fight.
Because it is our right.

Children of mandalore, sons of Osmira, unite.
Draw away the impieral blight.

Show them your might, make them fear your spite.

Grab your rifle, set up your defenses, make them pay for their offenses.

Marching into doom, the empire will see only gloom.

"Murderous bastards!" The osmirans yell, as the impieral soldiers fell.

Do they hear, can they see,
The rage inside we?
The dread instilled, as with bodies the streets were filled. The fear encouraged, the terror unabridged.
The strength expressed, or are they unimpressed?

1 thousand came, 1 thousand left, and surrender we did, with much heft.

300 defended, 300 died, 300 warriors, whose graves never lied.

Fly your banner high, oh you empire, since your victory is not nigh.

Beaten but not broken,
Battered only to regroup.
A warrior need only recoup.

Defend the enclave, brave warriors, stand and see, what a warrior can be.
What the children have done, what the old men have won.

Don't you see?
The people's minds are free.
Broken the chains of your tyranny.
The people rally, from every hill to every valley.

The battle is not done, the day is not over.

And to that your mind should sober.

So hear today the cry of a warrior, hear today the screams of war.

And remember them in your nightmares forever more.

"OYA MANDA! Defend the Enclave!"
These words, you cannot ignore.

(All rights to starwars are unfortunately under the stewardship of disney. This is simply a poem inspired by a fan RP I was in. This one is sort of the flip side of shadows of tyranny. This is what those shadows can actually do to someone or something. The story goes that 300 old men and children, all mandalorian in heritage, stood to defend their enclave against 1k impieral stormtroopers before finally surrendering, considering the loss already too great. The empire murdered men women and children that day, but they paid for it dearly. An entire battalion of stormtroopers and 200 of another were lost. The image was made using a miniature from hero forge i did and an AI.)