1. Upon-Avon from where they rode swelling in kind and glory. Under cloak with dagger and worn steel an acrid hymne belies their story. Where cross and river trade their sides the camp was raised for keep. As leather strapped and one lay bare to tell of what's to be. The oldest moon has set a-void the hoarse raven was made to listen. A path that trails among withered spikes of betrayal and submission is to be their grave descent. 2. I trust my heels more than I do pretending to be innocent. In this I will not deign myself of looking at my lefts and wrongs. I shoulder these eyes. Them and us still raise the shields but weapons dulled with defeat are no match and of no use against frothing piles of meat. I front these eyes. 3. My wounds with marks of own hands raise damp and smelling haze. A fluttered sound breaks from the trees and lands beneath my heels. Its musing stare, a croak unfair for death is at our feet. Alone I'll meet his empty gaze together we shall sleep 4. Half thousand years did hid the earth a thoughtful man his sleep. Unroot did a passerby his ultimate defeat. The Red Mount, King's Lynn, 1484 AD
Reason for writing:
Unraveling the story behind the find.
Birth sign: Aries
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