I wade ashore at the crack of dawn with a spear and a shield in my hands. I must have frequently trod on death unaware. The square sails of our fleet flutter in the breeze behind me As the dragons search for my adversary and their little spears, Which swarm like flies. The mail coat rubs on my shoulders. I have no escape from the sea, but none is desired, So by the next high tide either my fanatic will point as promised Or the battle-watchers will have taken me all. I am a thread in the tapestry of history today. Poem summary: The poem above is a short, descriptive piece that paints a picture of a warrior wading ashore at dawn, ready for battle. "A Tale of Strategy and Valor", seems to be a descriptive tale of a warrior who has just arrived on a beach at dawn, ready to engage in battle, based on the context provided in the poem. The savage wields a spear and a shield, and their mail coat, which is causing discomfort to their shoulders, is rubbing against th...