March of the guard

They emerge from the jungle
The drums pound in their hearts
Loud, in the distance
In their ribs
A beat of excitement, booming of terror
Rawhide stretched tight and clubs pound
Gems of sweat glisten on brows
Tanned skin tight over wet chests
A heavy sigh and deep breath
Freedom beats in the veins
The march of the Guard
The sultry jungle full of passion
Sweltering heavy air and steam
Lower the arrows, the spears, the guns
The march of the Guard
They emerge from the jungle.



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