The Charge of the Lost Brigade
By Here, Lord ColdUp
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1.
Half a vid, half a vid,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Glyphs
Rode the one hundred eight.
"Forward, the Lost Brigade!
"Charge for the frags!" he said:
Into the valley of Glyphs
Rode the one hundred eight.


2.
"Forward, the Lost Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the Speaker knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to blog and die:
Into the valley of Glyphs
Rode the one hundred eight.


3.
Trolls to right of them,
Trolls to left of them,
Trolls in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with hoax and fake,
Boldly they searched and well,
Into the jaws of Mittlewerk,
Into the mouth of the foundation.
Rode the one hundred eight.


4.
Flash'd all their websites bare,
Flash'd as they refresh'd in air,
Sabring the lukers there,
Charging an consipiracy, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the black-smoke
Right thro' the lines of code they broke;
Hanso and Dharma
Reel'd from the hacker's stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the one hundred eight.


5.
Trolls to right of them,
Trolls to left of them,
Trolls behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with hoax and fake,
While Speaker and Ninja fell,
They that had riddled so well
Came thro' the jaws of Mittlewerk
Back from the mouth of the foundation.
All that was left of them,
Left of one hundred eight.


6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild web searches they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the blogs they made,
Honor the Lost Brigade,
Noble one hundred eight.