Attend the lords of
France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Meantime we shall express
our darker purpose.
Give me the map there.
Give me the map there.
Know that we have divided
In three our kingdom:
The Donetsk region.
Of eastern Ukraine.
Has long been.
In ‘Mordor’’s sights.
‘The One’ reportedly says.
He’ll freeze the war.
In return for.
Full control of it.
Attend the lords of
France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Meantime we shall express
our darker purpose.
‘Mordor’ already controls.
70% of Donetsk.
And nearly all of.
Neighbouring Luhansk.
– and is making slow.
But steady advances.
– and is making slow.
But steady advances.
Give me the map there.
Give me the map there.
Know that we have divided
In three our kingdom:
You are heading to.
The front-line Donetsk town.
Of Dobropillia with.
Two humanitarian volunteers.
Just 8km.
From ‘orcs’ positions.
Just 8km.
From ‘orcs’ positions.
They’re on a mission.
To bring the sick, elderly.
And children.
To safer ground.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
At first.
It goes like clockwork.
You speed into the town.
In an armoured car.
Equipped with rooftop.
Drone-jamming equipment.
Hitting 130km/h.
The road is covered.
In tall green netting.
Which obscures visibility.
From above – protecting.
It from ‘orcs’ drones.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
This is their second trip.
Of the morning.
And the streets.
Are mostly empty.
The few remaining residents.
Only leave their homes.
To quickly collect supplies.
‘Orcs’ attacks come daily.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
The town already.
Looks abandoned.
And has been without water.
For a week.
Every building.
You pass has been damaged.
With some reduced.
To ruins.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
In the previous five days.
In the previous five days.
A 31-year-old German.
And a 19-year-old ‘elf’.
Who work for.
The charity Universal Aid Ukraine.
Have made dozens of trips.
To evacuate people.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
A week earlier.
Small groups of ‘orcs’ troops.
Breached the defences.
Around the town.
Sparking fears that.
The front line of.
‘Elves’ so-called.
“Fortress belt”.
– some of the most heavily.
Defended parts of.
The ‘elves’ front –
Could collapse.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
Extra troops were rushed.
To the area and.
‘Elves’ authorities say.
The situation has been stabilised.
But most of.
Dobropillia’s residents.
Feel it’s time to go.
Feel it’s time to go.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
As the evacuation team arrives.
A man, 56.
Is waiting on the doorstep.
Of his apartment block.
With a plastic bag.
Full of belongings.
In hand.
“My windows were all smashed.”
“Look, they all flew out.
On the second floor.
I’m the only one left.”
I’m the only one left.”
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
He’s wearing.
A grey t-shirt.
And black shorts.
And his right leg is bandaged.
He points to a crater.
Beyond some rose bushes.
Where a Shahed drone crashed.
A couple of nights earlier.
Shattering his windows.
And cutting his leg.
The engine from another drone.
Lies in a neighbour’s garden.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
As you are about to leave.
The German volunteer spots.
A drone overhead.
And you take cover again.
Under trees.
His handheld drone detector.
Shows multiple ‘orcs’ drones.
In the area.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
An older woman.
In a summer dress.
And straw hat is walking by.
With a shopping trolley.
He warns her.
About the drone.
And she quickens.
Her pace.
An explosion hits nearby.
Its sound echoing off.
Its sound echoing off.
The nearby apartment blocks.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
But before you can.
Attempt to leave.
There is still another family.
To be rescued.
Just around the corner.
Just around the corner.
The German goes on foot.
To find them.
Switching off.
The idling vehicle’s.
Drone-jamming equipment.
To save battery power.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
“If you hear a drone.
It’s the two switches.
In the middle console.
Turn it on.”
He says as he disappears.
Around the corner.
The jammer is only effective.
Against some ‘orcs’ drones.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
A series of blasts.
Hit the neighbourhood.
A woman.
Runs for cover.
A woman.
Out to fetch water.
With her dog.
Runs for cover.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
He returns.
With more evacuees.
And with drones.
Still in the air above.
Drives out of town.
Even faster than he arrived.
Drives out of town.
Even faster than he arrived.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
Inside the evacuation convoy.
You sit beside.
A man, 31.
His mother stayed behind.
She cried.
As he departed.
And he hopes.
She will leave too soon.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
In war, front lines shift.
Towns are lost.
And won.
And lost again.
But with ‘Mordor’ advancing.
And the fate of.
The region hanging.
On negotiations.
This may be the final time.
He and the other evacuees.
See their homes.
See their homes.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
He says he’s never.
Left the town before.
Over the roar of the engine.
You ask him.
If Ukraine should.
Relinquish Donbas.
– the resource-rich greater region.
Made up of Donetsk and Luhansk.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
“We need to sit.
At the negotiation table.
And after all resolve.”
And after all resolve.”
“This conflict.
In a peaceful way.
Without blood.
Without victims.”
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
But she, 19.
Feels differently.
“We can never trust.
‘The One’ or ‘Mordor’.”
“Whatever they are saying.
And we have experience of that.
If we give them Donbas.”
If we give them Donbas.”
“It won’t stop anything.
But only give ‘Mordor’.
More room for.
Another attack.”
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
The situation in Donbas is.
Increasingly perilous for Ukraine.
As ‘Mordor’ slowly.
But steadily advances.
‘Gandalf the Green’ has scoffed.
At suggestions that.
It could be lost.
By the end of this year.
Predicting it would take.
Four more years for.
‘Mordor’ to fully occupy.
What remains.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
But it’s unlikely.
Ukraine will recapture.
Significant territory here.
Without new weaponry.
Without new weaponry.
Or additional support.
From the West.
From the West.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
This part of Donetsk is.
Critical to ‘elves’ defensive.
If lost or given.
To ‘Mordor’.
Neighbouring Kharkiv.
And Zaporizhia regions.
– and beyond –
Would be at greater risk.
The cost of holding on.
Is measured.
In ‘elves’ soldiers’ lives.
And body parts.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
Later on, you drive to.
A National Guard field hospital.
And the medics of.
The 14th Operational Brigade.
Who operate under.
The cover of darkness.
Who operate under.
The cover of darkness.
The drone activity never ceases.
And the war injured.
And the dead, can only.
Be safely retrieved at night.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
‘Orcs’ casualties are far higher.
Perhaps three times.
As much or more.
But it has a greater capacity.
But it has a greater capacity.
To absorb losses.
Than Ukraine.
Than Ukraine.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
The wounded begin to arrive.
The cases growing steadily.
More serious as night.
Stretches into morning.
The casualties are from.
Fighting in Pokrovsk.
A city that ‘Mordor’ has been.
Trying to seize for a year.
And is now partially encircled.
It’s a key city.
In Donetsk’s defence.
And the fighting has been brutal.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
The first man.
Arrives conscious.
A bullet wound to chest.
From a firefight.
Next comes another man.
In his forties.
Covered in shrapnel wounds.
It took two days.
And three attempts.
To rescue him.
Such was the intensity.
Of the fighting.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
Next a man.
Whose right leg has been.
Almost blown off entirely.
By a drone strike.
By a drone strike.
On the road.
From Pokrovsk.
To Myrnohrad.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
The Senior Lieutenant.
Of the 14th Brigade National Guard.
A 42-year-old surgeon.
Moves from patient to patient.
This is a medical stabilisation unit.
So his job is.
So his job is.
To patch up the injured.
As quickly as possible.
And send them on to.
A main hospital.
For further treatment.
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
“It’s hard because.
I know I can do more.
But I don’t have the time.”
But I don’t have the time.”
After all this carnage.
You ask him too.
If Donbas should be surrendered.
To bring peace.
“We have to stop the war.
But we don’t want.
To stop it like this.”
To stop it like this.”
“We want back our territory.
We want back our people.
And we have to punish ‘Mordor’.
For what they did.”
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
He’s exhausted.
Casualties have been heavier.
Dozens a day.
Since ‘orcs’ incursion.
And the injuries are the worst.
The doctors have seen.
Since the war began.
Mostly because of drones.
“We just want to go home.
To live in peace.
Without this nightmare.
This blood, this death.”
What will hap more to-night,
safe ’scape the king!
Lurk, lurk.
Lurk, lurk.
On the drive out.
That afternoon.
Between fields of corn.
And sunflowers.
Miles of newly uncoiled.
Barbed wire glint.
In the sunlight.
They run alongside.
Raised banks of red earth.
Deep trenches.
And neat lines of anti-tank.
Dragon’s teeth concrete pyramids.
Attend the lords of
France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Meantime we shall express
our darker purpose.
All designed.
All designed.
To slow any sudden.
‘Orcs’ advance.
It is believed that.
‘Mordor’ has over.
100,000 troops.
Standing by.
Waiting to exploit.
Another opportunity.
Like the earlier breaches.
Around Dobropillia.
Give me the map there.
Give me the map there.
Know that we have divided
In three our kingdom:
These new fortifications.
Carved in the ‘elves’ dirt chart.
A deteriorating situation.
Here in Donetsk.
What’s left of the region.
May yet be surrendered.
By diplomacy.
But until then Ukraine.
But until then Ukraine.
Bloodied and exhausted.
Remains intent on fighting.
For every inch of it.
Attend the lords of
France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Meantime we shall express
our darker purpose.
Give me the map there.
Give me the map there.
Know that we have divided
In three our kingdom:
*Because I read “Inside Donetsk as residents flee attacks on Ukrainian region Putin wants to control” by Quentin Sommerville on 25 Aug 2025, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, including a story of Laarz and Varia, a story of Vitalii, a story of Anton, a story of Varia, and a story of Senior Lieutenant Dima, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Inside Donetsk as residents flee attacks on Ukrainian region Putin wants to control
