The War Part 3

EVENING Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there heads Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs. Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groans But they are killed by the other wounded enemies The cloud turns red. More still to go. They wait for whom to attack first, the opposites did They never touched their artilleries when their bombardiers did Guns danced in the air, hands up, heads up, mouths up all down. Their artillery returned fire, the same happened The opposite had more arms, the killed more. It was now time for the royal armies. Each sides commanded by the Field Marshals. White horses took to the fronts the whole army at the back Seeing their Field Marshal’s Very Light the horses moved The clashed was not ordinary. It was spiritual. Heads rolled in the air legs and arms dance alone For an hour the war came to its peak. Artilleries were fired, square where made And the cavalry moved like stampedes The war was now disorganized swords were drawn. Swordsmen reined while musketeers failed Ten thousand men all dead of a course side will have to win It was only a difference of hundred men. The reason for war? A princess who is now married to a charming peasant.