.
Horses screamed and armour clashed,
Warning shouts filled the air while
Mistress moon sailed overhead,
Her face inscrutable, no trace that she
Could hear or see the field below.
My eyes, unfocused, saw by her illumination
Row upon row of soldiers in ghost-like ranks
Marching down the hillside relentlessly,
Implacable, immovable, unbending, unyielding,
Their legs frozen in place for hundreds of years
As they stood in their prime, overseeing the scene
And remembering…
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©Denise G Allen, 18 January 2014 16:18
