The Fallen

The sun hung low over the valleys girth, ready to enter the bosom of the earth. Dust rose up into the blood red sky, a line of horses moved as if to fly. At the end of the forest they hastily turned, towards the enemy as they firmed. Then at a gallop they approached, man and horse lives to be poached. Swords glinted as they were sharply raised, towards the enemy they came unfazed. With a sickening thud they fell in the mud, as they were mowed and death was sowed. Horses and me just floundered about, some did scream and others did shout. Crimson breath bubbled as they lay huddled, horsemen now rested for they had been tested. Medics attended as others commended, at a charge that was supposedly splendid. Horsemen stood before their wounded steeds, and put an end to their heroic deeds.