Tercio
Flanders, 1600 A hedgehog square of pike and gun; The Spanish banner hoisted high. The soldiers squint against the sun And spot death’s cloud approaching nigh. A wall of horsemen armed with
Tercio
A Dark and Lonely Rutted Track
A dark and lonely rutted track That leads to somewhere far away. A journey with no time to slack Upon the quester’s weary way. To search for truth, forgotten long, Or wealth