It's time for /fit/ to start reading poetry
>b-but all poetry is gay womanly stuff about flowers and love
Poetrylet confirmed. Read the Blood-Stirring stuff
>But as they left the dark’ning heath,
>More desperate grew the strife of death.
>The English shafts in volleys hailed,
>In headlong charge their horse assailed;
>Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep
>To break the Scottish circle deep,
>That fought around their king.
>But yet, though thick the shafts as snow,
>Though charging knights like whirlwinds go,
>Though billmen ply the ghastly blow,
>Unbroken was the ring;
>The stubborn spearmen still made good
>Their dark impenetrable wood,
>Each stepping where his comrade stood,
>The instant that he fell.
>No thought was there of dastard flight;
>Linked in the serried phalanx tight,
>Groom fought like noble, squire like knight,
>As fearlessly and well;
>Till utter darkness closed her wing
>O’er their thin host and wounded king.
>Then skilful Surrey’s sage commands
>Led back from strife his shattered bands;
>And from the charge they drew,
>As mountain-waves, from wasted lands,
>Sweep back to ocean blue.

It's time for /fit/ to start reading poetry
>b-but all poetry is gay womanly stuff about flowers and love
Poetrylet confirmed. Read the Blood-Stirring stuff
>But as they left the dark’ning heath,
>More desperate grew the strife of death.
>The English shafts in volleys hailed,
>In headlong charge their horse assailed;
>Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep
>To break the Scottish circle deep,
>That fought around their king.
>But yet, though thick the shafts as snow,
>Though charging knights like whirlwinds go,
>Though billmen ply the ghastly blow,
>Unbroken was the ring;
>The stubborn spearmen still made good
>Their dark impenetrable wood,
>Each stepping where his comrade stood,
>The instant that he fell.
>No thought was there of dastard flight;
>Linked in the serried phalanx tight,
>Groom fought like noble, squire like knight,
>As fearlessly and well;
>Till utter darkness closed her wing
>O’er their thin host and wounded king.
>Then skilful Surrey’s sage commands
>Led back from strife his shattered bands;
>And from the charge they drew,
>As mountain-waves, from wasted lands,
>Sweep back to ocean blue.