The Crows Ate Well That Day

’twas dawn that called,
In all its fire,
To start the raging battle,
Such armour shone,
And voices raised,
All swords were set to rattle.
The sweeping armies
Formed their lines,
With strength to hold their sway,
And though the tales
A victory told,
The crows ate well that day.

Their champions strode,
With hero’s deeds,
All enemies cast asunder,
The rank and file
With pike and staff,
Caused noise to rival thunder.
The charges and their
Counter moves,
Unlucky ones to slay,
The blood that bloomed
Like roses red,
The crows ate well that day.

As smoke retreats,
The fires die,
Cruel fate has picked its winners,
There lay the dead,
All equal now,
The holy and the sinners.
This battle may have
Turned the tide,
Could have the final say,
But all is known of
Bloody war,
The crows ate well that day.

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