INSPIRED BY STORMS
- novelsforyou
- Feb 2, 2016
- 1 min read
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KING HENRY THE EIGHTH
Henry was a marauder
Striding out with speed and strength
Sweeping across moors and plains
Storming over seas and sands.
Energised, determined, invincible
With power feared by man and beast,
He terrified with his gutsy onslaught
His audacious race across the Isles.
Henry was a tyrant
Intimidating reluctant audiences
With his roaring battle cry.
Some shielded ears, some covered heads,
Some fled to escape his booming gusts.
Mortals shivered, trembled, froze
Sought shelter as his formidable force
Whipped up bitter brawls,
Savage strikes, lethal blows.
Always he galloped swiftly on
Through thickets, woods and forests
Conquering hills and valleys.
Stirring the flow of calm waters.
No longer flying high
Above his cowering subjects.
His turbulent era now ended.
He rests with infamous ancestors
Abigail, Eva, Desmond and Frank
Barney, Clodagh and Gertrude
All Monarchs of destruction,
Cruel sovereigns of the sky
(Henry was the eighth named storm
to hit the UK at the start of February, 2016)
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