Field of Green

A field of green, pristine, intact

No tight defences have been cracked

Nor treasure troves are looted, sacked

 

A smashing blow asunder rends

All order; now the foe depends

On fortune as defeat descends

 

Yes, all will know more naked fear

None shall escape my deathly spear

Dire carnage reigns as death draws near

 

Pretender grimly turns to frown

The King surrenders not his crown

Cer-rack! I slam the black ball down

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