by Jerome Brooke
Massed, the ranks of the king, ruler of Ayuddha, did stand,
Borne by boats of sail.
Yellow banners did stream, in the gale,
Over the ranks in mail.
Our ranks of horse did bravely charge, our phalanx advanced,
Arrows showered down, our men with bows,
Took their toll.
"Long Life, Forward the Prince", was our cry,
Our foe did flee.
Panic did we spread, from the rear we came,
Victory did we see.
© 2011 Jerome Brooke
Jerome Brooke was born in Evansville, Indiana. He now lives in the Kingdom of Siam. He has written "Our City of the Mirage" (Amazon Kindle) and many other books. His work has recently been published in a number of journals, including World of Myth, Welcome to Wherever, Indigo, MelBrake Press blog, First Literary Review, Candidum, Pink Mouse, and Mirror Dance.
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