This Poem was Submitted By: Jackie Ray Kays On Date: 2000-12-22 16:58:01 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Spanish Lion

The Spanish Lion  Across the hot desert sand, out of the wavering heat   rides a giant of a man, on a black gilded stallion.     His sun lit castillian  sword held high, a warning to the Moors, who yet may die. Birds of pray circle aloft and scream their savage cry, as they wait for the last  invading Moor to die. Silence befalls the crimson, battlefield.               Feasting upon the unexpected bounty,                               the scavengers care not why. Hundreds of shield clad Moors lay dead or dying. Their banners no longer  flying. Their mounts wandering  aimlessly on the desert sand, as the victors steal the gold  from the dead Moors' hands. It's the year one thousand, Spain sustains another day.  Thanks to the mighty El Cid, who fought like a lion to keep the invaders at bay.  

Copyright © December 2000 Jackie Ray Kays

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