Poem – Polish Calvary

Winged crown siloueted by burning wood

Spear line far ahead

The polish riders sally forth

To mark the battle’s end

Accelerating roaring cross

The scarred forsaken field

Tramping wounded and dead alike

Neath hooves sheathed in iron

Tremble for it ends now

All is forever lost

Blood spilled is not recovered

No redeeming cost

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