Poetry

Bosworth Fields

By 21st October 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Where once red wine poured down their blade
They form a cross where history played.
These cold bloodied creatures flashed
Minds and bodies torn and slashed
Sharpened tips screamed out in pain
Wailing over corpses slain.
Where once red wine poured down their blade
They form a cross where history played.

Jan Hedger

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