The Eternal Ballad of Snake Island

???? The Ballad of Snake Island: A Tribute to Defiance and Bravery ????

In the face of overwhelming odds, on a rocky outpost in the Black Sea, thirteen Ukrainian heroes stood unyielding. Their defiant cry, “Russian warship, go f** yourself”, *did more than resist an invasion; it ignited the spirit of a nation and inspired the world. ????

Today, we honor their bravery, resilience, and the enduring legacy of their stand. Their story reminds us of the boundless strength of the human spirit in the defense of freedom.

As their tale concludes in poetic justice, marked by the Moskva’s fate, it becomes a timeless legend of resistance. ??

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"Oh Ukraine, land of courage, land of song, Your heroes remind us where hearts belong. With scythes and with plows, with rifles and will, Your people stand steadfast, unbroken still."

?? Let their courage inspire us to stand firm in our own battles, for the flame of defiance burns eternal. Share this story to keep their legacy alive. ???

What does their defiance mean to you?

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By the shores of the Black Sea, where the waves softly wail, A sentinel island, steadfast and pale. Snake Island it stood, a rock in the tide, Its heart of defenders, unyielding with pride.

Thirteen warriors, no banners unfurled, Yet their voices would echo across the world. The sons of the steppe, of Ukraine’s free land, With hearts forged of iron, they made their stand.

When the horizon grew dark, the invader drew near, A shadow of empire, a tempest of fear. The Moskva emerged, a colossus of might, Its cannons gleamed cruelly in the dim morning light.

A voice like thunder rolled over the sea: “Surrender, or face the wrath of me!” But from the rocky isle came a cry more bold, A defiant chorus, a story retold:

“Russian warship,” they roared, their spirits alight, “Go fuck yourself!” rang out in the night. The winds carried the words, the sea held its breath, For this was no greeting—it was a pact with death.

The cannons replied, with a fiery refrain, The island was cloaked in smoke and in pain. The world heard their story and mourned their fall, But the spirit of thirteen stood taller than all.

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Yet fate, as it weaves, had more threads to spin, The defenders survived in a cage of sin. Captivity’s shadows could not dim their flame, For their hearts held their land, and their voices their name.

Oh Moskva, great warship, your arrogance grew, But the sea has its guardians, old powers and true. Neptune watched silently, deep in his lair, As the balance of justice hung heavy in air.

And lo, from the shore, two tridents took flight, Guided by vengeance, by truth, and by right. Through iron and armor, their sharp edges tore, And the Moskva reeled, proud nevermore.

The sea churned with fury, the sky seemed to moan, As the flagship descended to a watery throne. “Was it the missiles?” the invaders may ask, But the sea spirits know: it was an ancient task.

For the Black Sea holds secrets, and the winds whisper tales, Of Cossack’s bold hearts and their endless travails. The waters remember, the depths cannot lie, And the spirits of Snake Island never truly die.

Beneath the cold waves, where the Moskva now sleeps, The voices of thirteen rise from the deep. They sing of defiance, of a stand long admired, Their chant never fading, their souls never tired.

“Russian warship,” they murmur in Neptune’s domain, “Your pride was your anchor; now it’s your chain.” The spirits have spoken, their judgment severe, And the world learns anew that the brave persevere.

Oh Ukraine, land of courage, land of song, Your heroes remind us where hearts belong. With scythes and with plows, with rifles and will, Your people stand steadfast, unbroken still.

So let the ballad of Snake Island be sung, By every free voice, on every young tongue. Let it flow like the Dnipro, its waters so wide, A tale of resistance that never will hide.

Raise your glasses, your banners, your hearts to the sky, To the defenders who stood when the end was nigh. And remember the Moskva, in its watery bed, A ghost of aggression, a tyrant’s dread.

For the sea, like the steppe, is vast and unbound, Its justice eternal, its echoes profound. And as long as the Black Sea meets Ukraine’s bright shore, The spirit of Snake Island will endure evermore.

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The defenders of Snake Island have become more than soldiers; they are symbols of unwavering defiance, courage, and the eternal fight for freedom. Their stand against overwhelming odds, immortalized in both action and poetry, reminds us that even the smallest voices can ripple across history, challenging the tides of tyranny.

Through their story and the poetic justice of the Moskva's fate, we are reminded of the ancient powers—justice, resilience, and the enduring spirit of humanity. They live on in the hearts of all who resist oppression, their courage an eternal flame guiding Ukraine and the world in the fight for liberty.

Heroes like these do not fade; they ascend into legend. And so, the Ballad of Snake Island shall echo forever, as waves meet the shore and freedom meets the horizon. ??????