The clang of the battle
stuns the hearts
of cowards and heroes.
The wind blows wildly
on the full flags
and on the manes
of our steeds.
Enjoy, Sisters!
Let's go
to reap
our harvest...
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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