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Slash of the Light Brigade - Fic

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 alf a league, half a l ague,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
         six hundred.
"Forwar , the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the g ns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Ro e the six hundr d.
He rode the dude.
"Forward, the L gh  Brigade!"
    there a man dismay'd?
Not t  '  he soldier knew
Someone  ad blunder'd:
Theirs not t  make reply,
Theirs not  o reason why,
Their  but to do and di :
Into the valley of Death
Rode the si  hundred.
It was hot, hot sex.
C nnon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
 torm'd  t with shot and shell,
 oldly they  ode and well,
Into the jaws of D ath,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
A sabre
Flash'd all    ir       s bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd  n air,
 abring the gunners t ere,
Charging an army, wh le
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery- moke
Right thro' the line they broke;
  ssa   and Russian
Reel'd from                 

Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
(The sabre is his cock.)
The sabre stroke shatter'd and sunder'd!
Ca n n to righ  of them,
Cannon to  eft of them,
Cann n behind them
 oll y'd and thunde 'd;
St rm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fo   t  o well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of H ll,
All that was left of them,
Left of si  hundred.
Not love. Rough sex.
When can t eir gl ry fade?
  the wild charge they made!
All the w rld w ndered.
H n r the charge they made,
H n r the Ligh  Brigade,
Noble six hundred.