An English castle 💙

I look at the seashore way down below, and imagine bloodshed scenes from long ago

I see boisterous, bearded, burly Scotsmen swarming the lands like big, black dots running on the sands

Menacingly, marauding and making such a manic sound, as heavy metal shields and swords reverberate around

English soldiers all with bow and arrows on their leathered, broad backs fight off fiercesome enemy attacks

Hairy clansman with claymore in their knuckle-duster hands, heed battle bawls from King’s commands

Oh my God such a sorrowful sight, as bloody bodies lie flawed in blight

And English country maidens hide away in the cold, dark alleys espying the ships with flagged masts and galleys

Limbs lie lifeless in red, ruination as Northumbrians sought their rites to seek salvation

Following in the footsteps from their forefathers before, when Vikings landed on that sandy shore

Pillaging and pilfering pirates of plagiarize, to sabotage and swallow up the enemies supplies

Ravishing and raping in wreckless fashion, showing no remorse nor kind compassion

Ahh yes as I stand ontop of this fortified fortress, I can almost hear ghosty insufferable cries and sighs of sad distress...