O Agincourt

This poem is a depiction of the battle that took place between the english and the french forces in 14th century.

O Agincourt

 

 

The swords are drawing near, the horses galloping to the music of war,

Knights are cleaning the swords and Bowmen sharpening their arrows,

For their will be a war, A war for glory, A war for victory.

O Agincourt, tomorrow you will drink blood, tomorrow you will be bed for many,

O Agincourt see through your eyes since this is the last time you will see them.

 

As the murky earth sees the dull light of morning,

The English and French take their positions in the field.

Their flags fluttering in the winds like sails in a storm,

For his is the battle of Lion and Azure.

There rides a lion among the men King Harry,

He searches for the glory in the fields of France,

He charges up his men in the clouds of war,

“Let us fight like lions today, let us stand for each of us

Let this day writes a new chapter for England,

From this day let it be known as St. Crispin day,

Rise men for this is the time, this is the only time

Which makes us man; take this moment as your hour of glory!!”

His men roar like thousands of lions roaring to kill their hunt.

 

On the other side stands the proud French,

Charles d’Albert the constable of France boasting with this blue pride

He looks upon the English as mere rats waiting to be killed,

For he has all the nobility of France behind him all shining in their blue pride.

 

There goes the trumpet of war and the French charge like wildfire,

Neighs of horses and clanging of swords filled the air,

O Agincourt! Never have you seen such a battle,

French blood flowed in the battle like a unstoppable blue river,

Hailstorm of arrows covered the skies, men fall like dominoes

Thousands of knights died, many princely head rolled in dust,

King Harry the Lion pushes his man for the final blow,

Charles lies dead on the field with his pride beside him.

 

O Agincourt, mother earth drank royal blood which soaked her fields,

Eight thousand French nobles and princes laid their lives,

Whole genre warriors perished in the war.

 

O Agincourt, did u hear the roar of English

  Did you see the valor and death of Edward of York?

 Did you feel the sorrow & shame of Charles d’Albert?

Did you feel the glory of King Harry?

 

O Agincourt you are silent as ever,

One day I wish you r fields will tell this story to a stranger,

One day I wish you could weep for the sons of France,

One day, I wish you could feel the glory for the sons of England.

One day Agincourt, One day…….