They chased us over hills,
We fled by night and ate by day,
But could not satiate the hunger
Nor slake the thirst
Of the screaming, murderous hundreds
To pray for mercy from the fight.
They came at us like a wall of tides
And worried us on every side,
Chased us to the retreat of arbour,
Or so we thought when we reached our moat,
But so abysmal was the night, we fell
Water-deep in mud and flood.
I heard them cry as they were slain,
But the fierce wind masked their pain,
Those above us did what they could,
To rescue us from the torment of the flood.
The crossing widened with every drop
Yet still we were not across.
They slung us ropes but it was vain:
They fell into the rain.
All but two were swept away,
We felt like corpses already drowned,
Such was the night were none was found -
Swept away to eternity, in such short reach of the wall's harbour.
Yet a few of us had made it safe,
The gates flung open, our brethren braved
The enemy's arrows to haul us in
And welcome us by the fire
With porridge, song, lute and lyre.
We never loved so well our brothers
Who hauled us from that Hellish gutter.
You're at the bottom!