TATTERED

TATTERED The flag lay in the bloody muddy field No longer proud, but torn and tattered And what once was a standard to wield Disregarded, as if it no longer mattered The design featured a sword and shield Abandoned ones, all severely battered The fate of the defeated was now sealed But all those left standing, now shattered The vanquished, in chains, all appealed Wounded in agony and blood spattered Now subservient, all their lands to yield And that King by victory, was flattered