A HANDFUL MUSKETEERS

A gaze upon whats many a loving heart inchants red,

nothing meek like 

Blocks of milk lined up as fences yet picket walls 

We stand like 

High rifts of walls mounted into the ground

We have 

More Ammo to take down what

Grims  afar

We are muskets  soldiers

Our failure strengthens minds 

Though we are poor we make men rich,

Never judges us by our appearance or class 

We are pawns, we are knights

We be 

An army without a commander over here we shoot whenever we want to

Underneath the lilies of amaranthine lies our might,

 atta way to go through the jungle's chest

Our technics and abilities are well-tried 

Beauty faints pop 

 upon aiming down our prey, 

we rarely  miss our targets

We never lose nor retract

 we are animals

Living on a different world..