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Vanguards
The line stood firm, the moment tense,
As marching stopped to form defense.
A hill to claim, our land once more,
We dead men stood, and called for war.
And suddenly, through clouds of rain,
A flash of arrows, all aflame!
We raised our shields, So sung the bards,
As one by one, fell our vanguards.
Our crossbow-men fell in the mud,
Their bows distorted, swollen wood.
Another rain of fire flew down,
And struck our armies to the ground.
Our horsemen charged on up the hill,
As English dogs took aim to kill.
We watched the horde, our God forsake,
As demons came, our souls to take.
Our king, the last of France's best,
Revealed his crown and sent the rest.
We all began, the rain fell hard,
And all of us made peace with God.
The battle was quick, and victory scarce,
As English hounds attacked like bears.
And as my body fell like meat,
I head the vangaurds call retreat...
And as I die, I watch men flee,
Among the dead who lost Crécy.
The line stood firm, the moment tense,
As marching stopped to form defense.
A hill to claim, our land once more,
We dead men stood, and called for war.
And suddenly, through clouds of rain,
A flash of arrows, all aflame!
We raised our shields, So sung the bards,
As one by one, fell our vanguards.
Our crossbow-men fell in the mud,
Their bows distorted, swollen wood.
Another rain of fire flew down,
And struck our armies to the ground.
Our horsemen charged on up the hill,
As English dogs took aim to kill.
We watched the horde, our God forsake,
As demons came, our souls to take.
Our king, the last of France's best,
Revealed his crown and sent the rest.
We all began, the rain fell hard,
And all of us made peace with God.
The battle was quick, and victory scarce,
As English hounds attacked like bears.
And as my body fell like meat,
I head the vangaurds call retreat...
And as I die, I watch men flee,
Among the dead who lost Crécy.
Vanguards: In medieval times, they were the first line of foot soldiers within a batallion.
This is a poem seen from the french perspective at the battle of Crécy in France that occured in 1346.
(Most amazing description of this battle is found in the book 'Harlequin' by Bernard Cornwell.)
Read the other parts of my four-part challenge here [link]
This is a poem seen from the french perspective at the battle of Crécy in France that occured in 1346.
(Most amazing description of this battle is found in the book 'Harlequin' by Bernard Cornwell.)
Read the other parts of my four-part challenge here [link]
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