Ode to Victory
After playing a slighty (drasticaly) modified version of Medieval II, I thought I was pretty muched doomed. Everything seemed against me, and the Moors had their armies a plenty lined up for the final blow. But, and this is one of only the rarest times that I found such occasion lucky, and it seems to me quite spectacular that this happened, considering their quality of troops and positions. But, I was so moved by the experience, I decieded to write a poem for you all:
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Let me sing of my vict'ry ode
Which our courage had thus bestowed
Of many the brutal years of war
And both those lands between them torn
Twas in the month of flowery may
Near Zaragoza our host did stay
One and many men of arms
Did gather from their country farms
For from the south those tyrants low
Did yearn to make our knees to bow
Before their sword they sought to bring
Those Christian living within that wing
The host of the city gathered round
The fate of many, quite profound
And rallied out the city gates
To bear the lance and meet their fates
With sabers taught and lances strong
With many daring hearts stretched long
A-crashing went the host attend
Into lines of heathen men
Long and hard was noble fight
But soon the Moors were put to flight
All there strength was gathered there
But cut like harvest time so rare
So by his mercy our swords prevailed
And to the foe our knights assailed
Route they did from that bloody field
And goodly number heads did yield
By heaven's will we made them run
Those Moorish men by way of sun
And not one but 3 that year
Armies we did hewn and shear
Miracles, miracles, lo behold
And let this story e'er be told
Of bravest Spaniards in desperate hour
Triumphed on his holy power
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Originally Posted by ChivalrousKiller
