Remember Hastings

No paler a star than Luna herself
Arose beside Venus when night settled in
The eye of the heavens o'er Hastings beholds
The Norman and the Saxon lying side by side
Drenched in red blood still clinging to their swords
They fought for the dominion of Albion's lands.

Yet who proved the strongest hardly a man can tell
Whose God prevailed? Christ or the Old Faith?
The days shall come the nights shall pass
And the grass will grow on the mounds alas!
The wind laments across Hastings' vale
It still remembers the sound of swords being crossed
The poignant yells the sound of fury the fire and the blood!
And though centuries may pass
And tall on Hastings grow the grass
Remember that terrible day of swords
Remember the warriors whose lives were lost-
Remember Hastings and shed a tear for it's ghost!