Two drones drew the warship's attention away,
provided accurate target data on that day,
for the two P-360 Neptune missiles to hit,
the ship that Russia did two times refit,
these missiles the Ukraine built to attack unseen;
while to bombard Msriupol Russia had been keen.
Fired from a battery at low altitude the missiles raced,
for one hundred and eighty miles without been traced.
In Odessa the crew waited while the missiles sped on,
the image of the target was from the Mineral-U radar gone.
The Moskva in February approached snake island,
did tell the garrison on the highland:
'to surrender and lie down arms or face attack, '
"Russian warship, go f*** yourself, ' was radioed back.
The ship fired on those thirteen troops earlier in the war,
who did the Russian invaders deplore.
Now the Moskva was armed with missiles for anti-ship,
anti-aircraft, and close defense they did it equip
but the port side of the ship was ripped apart
and towing could not the sinking of the ship thwart.
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