“Our Bloody King” | A Medieval Siege Poem
This is a poem I kept from one of my many unpublished fantasy stories.
He stormed out from his castle
Harry after hassle
Yearned to win so badly
Sortie after sally
The siege did cost him dearly
During one great battle
He called out from his courser
Yelling O so proudly
You know why they did crown me
I fight for man and country
A spear then caught him aptly
Before his leal knights
Bloody, O so Bloody
Our king did lose his life