Agincourt

Heaven was crying and the sky was dark,

An ocean of mud swelled on the ground

The Red Sea had parted and passionsmarched in,

Deep in their veins blood coursed through.

From the fields they had been summoned,

Leaving cows and cottages,

Brothers in arms, trust in kinsman, claiming land.

Willing to die for their King.

From the châteaux they had united,

Leaving love and life behind,

Defending their country, faith in numbers.

With North and East unified.

Raining iron filled the sky,

Finding targets on earth below,

 Innocent or guilty is the same in their eyes,

 Both know pain, both bleed blood, both are mortal.

 The result will be the same.

The tall riding the wide eyed creatures,

 Over the ocean of mud, soon became a

River of blood, lake of swords, stream of hopelessness.

The iron rain continued.

Ribbons of despair crept behind their armour,

The Earth was swallowing them, the rain was unceasing but

 Still they staggered, still they rode, and still they were killed.

Their vision was clouded.

Navigating across the stormy seas,

They came to an island of daggers and knives,

They took one last stand from

 foes surrounding, daggers piercing and shouts sounding.

Few sailed again.

From certain victory to sudden carnage,

Thousands had died for a whim of a man.

Children left homeless, wives widowed and dead unburied.

What did this achieve?

Heaven was crying and the sky was dark,

An ocean of mud swelled on the ground,

The Red Sea had parted and passions marched in,

Deep in the veins blood coursed through