The king took off his helmet in a minute of respite,
The Bosworth's field was covered mist...
Enemies stronger (let will be cursed their graves)
But true with us - with it we win!
He threw the helmet and smiled grimly,
Ruffled his shorn crew cut hair:
"Come on, who are not fully awake?
Lift up the swords! Something I frozen over...
We will be hot in fight! "- And the first into battle
He dived to takeoff as dive into the pond.
And folded wings, angel singing prayer.
Because to live remained a few minutes...
The last of Plantagenet
© Copyright: Лидия Инниш, 2015
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