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Arrogant man demands the throne

Rounding his tonsured men for the prize

For the meeting of wise men had decreed

It was not his for the taking

Aching in bone and sinew

Our feet have no time for relief

News has come from the south

New invaders on the coast

In the night there is a light

Its as bright as the moon

Could this be a bad omen

One that prophesises doom?

"You've come, have you?

You've come, you source of tears to many mothers, you evil

I hate you!

It is long since I saw you

But as I see you now you are much more terrible,

For I see you brainwashing the downfall of my country

I hate you!" - Eilmer of Malmesbury

We rallied by the old apple tree on the hillside

Looking down on the encroaching force, taunting

And when our swords met, We appeared to have the upper hand

But their king had a cunning ruse

And so it transpired, the tables had turned

Our ranks cut down one by one

Harold's widow, all tears of sorrow

Only finds him at last

Through the markings on his torso