Like a Lion

Some men enter battle
Knowing they'll not return
Some men are sheep being led
Some men are chattel
But in others battle burns
Perhaps living or dead
They'll return

Leather Apron

Even eyewitnesses are wrong
Stereotypes can fail to be true
Even if you believe them
Myths are often misunderstood lies
The way is long long gone
The police eventually knew
Even if Jews are in a den
And butchers covered in flies
Leather apron was not the ripper
But eyewitnesses believed he was
Many bodies laid dead
But he was not the cause

Towton Slaughter

The York longbows
Cast arrows after arrows
Plunging deep in the chest
Of the Lancasters
Slaughter without relent
The counting of the dead
An afterthought
The Lancasters of the Red
The Yorks of the White
Met at Towton
Though the Lancasters held the heights
A blizzard of snow
A mid Afternoon sun
The Red eyes became blind
And could not stand safely
Upon the ridge
They marched down
Where the Yorks stood
The day was March 29th
The year 1461
28,000 were to die
Snow turns red
The blinded Red
Entered defeat
Edward of the White
Henry of the Red
A White victory
Tactical collision
Crimson catastrophe
Axes and Longbows
Armor and shield
Soon the river nearby
Bled
With the currents
Carrying away
Melted snow
And lifeblood