The Ride To Isurium Poem by William H Babcock

The Ride To Isurium



Bright were the burgh dwellings,
Many its princely halls,
High its steepled splendor,
Many a mead-hall full of human joys;
They perished in wide slaughter,
Therefore these courts are dreary.

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