Iron Hand Poem by graham russell

archers ready arrows
men at arms grip swords
knights calm horses
while looking to the right

a king stands there
proud and strong
waiting for the trumpet
to signal war

enemy soliders stare ahead
looking across this field of dead
battles fought and won
in days long past

fear grips hearts as trumpets blast
for war has come at last
voices rasie to taunt and yell
both sides hate does spill

arrows fly through the air
so high they go higher still
now they dip as they start
there downwards trip

enemy eyes watch them come
wait a sec wait a little more
a voice barks shields aloft
as arrows hammer and strike

in shields and bare flesh
as men fall screaming to the ground
arrows sticking out of eyes and groins

now the enemy does the same
as arrows head towards the king
shields interlock at head and chest
as arrows kill but few lie dead

screams full the air on
both sides now as men at arms
get ready get ready to die
for there king

walk at first they do
then jog a little to
then run as men crash against
each other on this bloody field

swords clash against each other
as battle rages as men die
one falls here one there
pretty soon arrows fly once again

the king watches as the enemy
are pushed back as arrows
dot the field about
as a king orders knights to fight

knights take rein and into battle
charge as the enemy feels the lost
of this they called home
soon the battles done

a king sits upon a enemy throne
as lords and ladies, knights and soliders
men and woman and children to
swear loyalty to a foreign king

come for conquest
to take a country
to rule a land
with iron hand.