Cry in the Night

Hooves of horses thundered across the fields Onward they came urged by murderous men Huddled behind stout stone walls Women and children in the halls Tears were shed as in fear we waited Not knowing what would happen as evil came to our door Where are you we cried in despair losing all hope Would we eventually swing high on a rope. Faith misplaced on invisible beings We were few against a mighty force Heat from their breath felt on our skin Our men were doughty fighters all Soon though they would eventually fall Over run by superior numbers Trampled in the dust by sharp hooves, Cheering from throats of viscious men. Those that survived broken and bloodied Hung by their necks until they passed Mutilated and despoiled now gone to their peace Jeering victors tied us and carried away To imprisonment in hanging gibbets Facing all weathers and words of hate This in the end was to be our fate. Andrew P McIntyre. 07/01/2025 (c).