Aside

The night march


With banner furled and clarious mute
an army passes in the night
and beaming sgeas and helms salute
the dark with bright
in silence deep the legions stream
with open ranks
in order true
over boundless
plains they stream and gleam
no chief in vhew
afar.in twnkling distance lost
and back through all that shinin host
the mandale send…
By John Marr…

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