Highest peak attainable on foot
To crest these heights would be a crescendo of fluidity and grace

Tumbling awkwardly
Lopsided and listless
I'm afraid my humble King
Your crowns been broken for good

The men removed their armor
From head to foot to horse
To hell with formation, there will be nothing of this

No longer will you hear the clashing of swords,
the galloping of thy horse,
or the winds of war on the horizon

Satan had cracked deaths head

The rats ate the bodies till the bodies ate the rats

"O what a day for Ireland" cried ye

And the kind old king soaked the battlefields with blood no more

As the children stripped his clothes and sold them in the fields

A young man waited till night

He began eating the body of his master

whilst his lover watched

Had this been videotaped we might have real pop culture today

08/07/2008

Posted on 08/07/2008
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