He rode into battle whith banner unfurled praising the god that made the world, his mighty sword raised that all should know that he was leading his soldiers to fight a glorius battle. the charge was something for all to see, thearchers in the rear on bended knee, there arrows swift moveing in the morning air to find a target.as a panting blood streaked mass they fought asking no mercy giving ought, they slashed they wurled they fought and they died, and over there corpses the others cried ,The glorious heroes,He lay on the battlefield armour askew, he,d fought his last fight the soldiers new a thin film of sweat lay on his brow, tis better to finish this story now
2006-08-22
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