I cannot truly say that I bore witness to all the details of his empire's end
But felt the change as all engaged in battle perceived the final act of one brave soul
I lent this day as king, or in a coffin, he cried as he engaged a dozen men
And scattering whimpering dogs who'd called him hedgehog, who fled before the charge of bellowing boar.
But even dexterous fighters cannot counter the fact of having no clear space to turn
One halberd struck the crown upon his helmet. A silent moment lasted for a year
Then, as he dropped half senseless to his own soil, the blows rained down. His reign broke like his bones
I snatched the gilded boar badge from my armour and hid it deep within my underclothes then ran with all the power I could muster to where by now the only action was.
The silence deepened. Tension left the meadow. A cooling breeze refreshed a changing land
The dozen men round Richard ceased their hacking and cheered with raw, dry throats to the sky
At once I saw the golden crown of England cast aside amid the battle's heat, had wheeled itself beneath a nearby hawthorn and lay there like some cast-off horse's shoe.
I dashed for it, retrieved it, stared upon it, the damage from the battle plain to see
When one of Stanley's knights appeared behind me and instantly I settled on my course
Take me to King Henry, I said sharply, the title and the crown first linked in thought
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I cannot truly say that I bore witness to all the details of his empire's end
But felt the change as all engaged in battle perceived the final act of one brave soul
I lent this day as king, or in a coffin, he cried as he engaged a dozen men
And scattering whimpering dogs who'd called him hedgehog, who fled before the charge of bellowing boar.
But even dexterous fighters cannot counter the fact of having no clear space to turn
One halberd struck the crown upon his helmet. A silent moment lasted for a year
Then, as he dropped half senseless to his own soil, the blows rained down. His reign broke like his bones
I snatched the gilded boar badge from my armour and hid it deep within my underclothes then ran with all the power I could muster to where by now the only action was.
The silence deepened. Tension left the meadow. A cooling breeze refreshed a changing land
The dozen men round Richard ceased their hacking and cheered with raw, dry throats to the sky
At once I saw the golden crown of England cast aside amid the battle's heat, had wheeled itself beneath a nearby hawthorn and lay there like some cast-off horse's shoe.
I dashed for it, retrieved it, stared upon it, the damage from the battle plain to see
When one of Stanley's knights appeared behind me and instantly I settled on my course
Take me to King Henry, I said sharply, the title and the crown first linked in thought
But felt the change as all engaged in battle perceived the final act of one brave soul
I lent this day as king, or in a coffin, he cried as he engaged a dozen men
And scattering whimpering dogs who'd called him hedgehog, who fled before the charge of bellowing boar.
But even dexterous fighters cannot counter the fact of having no clear space to turn
One halberd struck the crown upon his helmet. A silent moment lasted for a year
Then, as he dropped half senseless to his own soil, the blows rained down. His reign broke like his bones
I snatched the gilded boar badge from my armour and hid it deep within my underclothes then ran with all the power I could muster to where by now the only action was.
The silence deepened. Tension left the meadow. A cooling breeze refreshed a changing land
The dozen men round Richard ceased their hacking and cheered with raw, dry throats to the sky
At once I saw the golden crown of England cast aside amid the battle's heat, had wheeled itself beneath a nearby hawthorn and lay there like some cast-off horse's shoe.
I dashed for it, retrieved it, stared upon it, the damage from the battle plain to see
When one of Stanley's knights appeared behind me and instantly I settled on my course
Take me to King Henry, I said sharply, the title and the crown first linked in thought
Writer: Martin Kielty
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