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
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