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On Sandal's Field Of Ghosts
On Sandal’s Field Of Ghosts.
Mist hangs over fields -
ahead, the castle looms where
died the Duke Of York.
At the willows three
a chill permeates the air
and touches nerve ends.
Here fell the Yorkist
hope – body mutilated
and dragged through the mud.
Decapitated.
His head sent on to York to
top a traitors spike.
I...
Saturday 28th September 2013 12:21 am
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