Poem- King Harold lives

History tells us of a time

When Normans came to commit a crime

English invasion made under false claim

Kill the Saxon King was William’s aim

King Harold’s coronation was not recognised

By the Church or by Papal eyes

Duke William sought to take a chance

For a Papal blessing with the Devil he'd dance

“Remove this unjust King”

The Papal message then did ring

William was too happy to oblige

For England’s bounty was in his eyes

The Papal banner flying by his side

Duke William fights with God he cried

At Hastings he fought the Saxon wall

For almost a day it would not fall

As dusk approached the sun did set

King Harold’s death was surely met

A mass of limbs was all they found

Strewn with many torsos on the ground

Is that Harold? They were not sure

They asked his mistress so mild and pure

“Yes that’s him” she meekly lied

Then to the ground she sobbed and cried

Normans satisfied with her plea

Buried that body by the sea

The real Harold the fight he’d fled

Safe to fight another day instead

Perhaps his Crown he would forsake

Perhaps he returned as Hereward the Wake

When Harold died we are not sure

But his legend lives on forever more