BattleA Poem by Kieran ShuttleworthThe day is lost, the King is dead, The Saxon host has fled, And now they come, the Norman knights, To take King Harold’s head. Still they fought, a single band, King Harold’s guard did stand, They gathered ‘round their fallen lord, With sword and axe in hand. The day is done, the guard is dead, The Norman knights have bled, None forgot the price they paid, To take King Harold’s head.
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Added on November 8, 2015Last Updated on November 8, 2015 AuthorKieran ShuttleworthBonnells Bay, NSW, AustraliaAboutHi there. Like most everyone here, I am an aspiring writer, looking to practice my technique amongst like-minded people. I like to keep my reading varied, but my passion truly lies with gritty adve.. more..Writing
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