Red and black banners of old Germania
Monk-soldiers with cloaks bearing the cross.
On this july morning it rains tears on Marienburg.
Pray noble knights of the order ! final storm thunders !
Rising to battle,masters fall in silence wrapped in light.
Tomorrow will be eternity day ,god will welcome
warriors to his abode !
Souls filled with martyr's zeal !
The clouds descend on the plain
fiery shrouds settling down .
The tatar contemplates his victory
and the fertile land without grain
is nothing but a lament ...
A flight of crows feasting
on the glory of vanquished ...
In the dying glow of summer hours
confused bodies,dark lady,possession.
Marriage of twilight and chaos .
On this july evening ,it rains
tears of blood on Marienburg...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2024 10:48
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Comments2
A captured historical moment. Through the images of rain, blood and gloom you convey not only the collapse of the chivalric spirit, but also the realization of the fragility of human glory in the face of time and fate.
Great writing!
Great write
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