Classic Poem

Great Lusignan was arm'd in coat of mail,
Of steel transparent like to crystal glass;
And in the centre must himself avail,
Where all his footmen he arranged has,
Of hardy wights a well-compacted mass:
His wide-extended wings the horsemen form,
Whose neighing coursers paw'd the deep green grass,
And seem'd more fleet and fell than boist'rous storm,
Which rusheth from his cave and doth the skies deform.