There was no dragon
And there was no girl with hands bound with pearls,

But…

There was blood
And there was mass ****** littered all over the land and rivers.

There was no saint
And there were no hymns or marching pipes led by earls,

But…

There were lies
And there were bones inked to write and slaughter was delivered.

There was no lance
And there was no horse or swords drawn to help curvaceous girls,

But…

There was a red cross
And there was blood smeared on a pure white flag which flapped and curled.

There was no gallantry
And there was no dignity or pride nor was there justice delivered,

But…

There was a pale man
And he rode a pale horse and he rode from a land called Palestine.