Battle

• Georgia England, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

Screaming cries, flying hair
Shining armour, muscles strain
Fear and malice, hate and love
Soldiers ride to their enemies and their doom
The clouds turn black as banners rise
Their hearts yell inside them as they ride forward
The armies clash
Swearing, cursing and nostrils flaring
Horses lose themselves in the confusion
The wounded grope the ground
Surrounded in a scarlet pool
Lord on silver horse
Swords piercing
Dread, panic, horror, hope
As they sound the battle horns.