Henry the 5th The Warrior King of England

Born in Wales,

Set off to France

With Ships and Sails.

With Brave Men they marched through France,

With Bows and Arrors

Horses amd Lance.

They Marched for months they were on their knees,

Lost many men through illness and disease

As they fought their way through France

Led by shining crescent of the Welsh Fleur De Lys 

But when they arrived at Agincourt, 

The men were tired 

They could march no more.

So they set up a camp in the cold wet and damp,

The dark knight before the battle 

Hari dressed as a tramp.

He wanted to see if the men were still loyal,

Would they fight

for a Welsh/English King Royal.

And he wasn't disappointed,

There arrows were sharp

Ready and time pointed.

The Battle was on St. Crispin's Day,

And Hari did say

That he proudly wore a Leek

On St David's Day.

Then as the new sun rose,

Hari's rag tag army stood firm

Shoulder to Soldier toes to foes

Spread out like an English Rose.

As the French Army massed

Their numbers grew,

but Hari showed no fear

He was with his band of brothers

They were the happy few.

They dug in a trench,

and faced the French.

Outnumbered 6/1,

The Battle begun.

As the Welsh Archers strained upon the start,

they were about to rout

and rip the French apart.

Like Dragons roaring at the sticks,

Pulling back long bows

the strong arms and twisted hips.

The game was afoot,

The France Cavalry was about to be carved up

Shot in the foot.

Then upon the Charge their arrows were set free,

in the year 14/15 it was to be

A most famous English + Welsh Victory.

The French advanced in haste,

Many lives they would soon waste.

In a narrow field they were penned,

Thousands of French lives

Came to a bloody end.

Once more! to breach their friends once more! and we'll build a wall with our brothers that lay dead,

This is it over the top show no mercy

Like mad men facing a sea of blood red.

Then rising and charging from a deep cut gorge,

They cried for Hari of Wales

England and Saint George.

Game on for the band of brothers on the run,

Men at arms man at war

The man slaughter and royal murder had begun.

As all the French King's men

were knocked off their  prancing horse,

After a direct hit from an archway of storming arrows

Was the key and direction to seal the Battles fatal course.

For there lay Princes dying and crying next to their whole riddled page,

With no time to pray they lost the day

On a sacrificial mind altered stage.

The fallen ones were departed and dis-membered where they fell,

After the hard rain of burning arrows

That blacked out the sun

Were unleashed from a frozen hell.

Chasing and tasting death for victory,

To be not to be 

The final chapter for this new times old shakes fear story.

Then as the screams and smell of death lingered,

ENDTIME for the old antique French King

He was dusted and finished

he 2 fingered.

Game over for the French they had to yield,

As they were given time to withdraw

Their fallen ranks from the blood soaked soil

Of the murdering Earth killing field.

This once great army took a terrible slaughter,

now Hari was the one

Who demanded a ransom

He wanted the French King's Daughter.

And until Hari of wales saw Catherine of France

He would not leave,

Although he was a brutal king warrior

He wore his kind heart on his sleeve.

And so a meeting was set,

for a meeting of minds

Where about to be met.

And when Hari saw her his heart she did snatch,

As they played a game of tennis

They were a perfect pair

They were a LOVE match.

And they married after a wild romance,

For a new history in the making

When a Welshman became King of England and of France.

Diolch thank you oh MERCY1