When driven by a bow of yew
A clothyard shaft which truly flew
would pierce plate armour through and through
and many were the knights we slew.
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Ivor! Your poem describes it accurately, as proven down through history World peace (may) come to all one day; a dream that seems so far away! Thad *10*! ! !
Wow. This poem was awesome. Wonderfully written. And you ended it perfectly, : D You're a great story teller, you know? :) Very nice job with this!
Written and reflected by a true justice seeker. Kind regards Aine