brian roy skyers
A Horse, A Horse - Poem by brian roy skyers
Slashing, stabbing, all to stay alive
Deadly arrows through the air
They do their work no matter your size
Close warfare in defense of the realm
Fight on knowing king Richard is at the helm
The battle goes sour and is being lost hour after hour
'my King, we die this day with our hearts full and our stomachs empty'
The King swooning with hunger, his mind drifts to former times
Flickering flames caressing a sizzling boar on a spit
In the throes of a feint, the taste of a delicacy
comes through and he longs for a piece of it
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse'
A bold charger, loved and admired
Is longed for, well prepared, being basted on a fire.
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