Ghosts Of Edgehill by Wolf Hall published on 2018-11-21T16:49:58Z things fell apart and then the words got violent; we declared war on ourselves, raised forces and ordinance most of my arguments were old decaying servicemen; not persons of quality, relying on their shock and weight so we circled and opened fire while the ghosts of Edgehill sang in a choir invisible and the funeral bell rang yeah we circled and opened fire while the ghosts of Edgehill sang in a choir invisible and the funeral bell rang my brigades returned their fire and the royal standard fell and closed its doors on us, stood standing in the car park chill I sang a drunken plea but my terms were turned away; no one claiming victory, as in the cold our wounds congealed so we left and held our fire and the ghosts of Edgehill laughed, their choir invisible gathered for the final charge and we lived to fight again and the ghosts of Edgehill blanched and faded into the grass; into the Warwickshire soil Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter Comment by harryvalve we declared war on ourselves...genius 2019-02-11T21:29:07Z