Red Bandages of Courage

Prick my fingers on the spindle  
no need to sound off an alarm  
 congealed crimson eyes  
         burnt sienna skies
 so blessed are these whispers  
     from a false prince of lies
 
I saw the chessmen marching  
down to Chesapeake Bay  
bandages worn like red badges  
    of humanity's courage  
    courteous lap dogs  
  howling at a sliver of the moon  
peeking from beyond a veil of darkness  
 
eyes ripped out by their sockets  
as his musket lays at his bloody feet  
   how wicked could a son be  
    to have eyes burned out  
he can no longer see his conquest  
         the crusade is over