The end of the siege
Not the still-standing walls,
black and torn against the smoke-smudged hills;
nor exhausted men, most sleeping now with swords to hand
and helmets dark and dented –
none of these had failed him yet.
But when the cook left quietly before dawn,
the captain heard the postern squeak,
and knew it was over.
For Catherine, with much poetic license (and hoping any similarities between medieval warfare and modern business are mere fantasy!).
Posted on dVerse.
oh its not good at all when the cook sneaks out….ha…even if the siege continued…no food, the men wont last long…
Well if the cook sneaked out, its a sign then to surrender ~ Smiles ~
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This is really unique, I like reading work that differs from the usual