Battle Horse

As I plod along the boggy fields Master on my back The heavy armour on my chest The mud upon my flanks The smell of blood in the smokey air Of man and beast entwined The thrust of decay beneath my hooves Tension in the skies As cold April winds Lash into my eyes I keep myself in check To heed the masters voice to me And his command upon my neck His spurs, they push into my flanks As the enemy approaches I twist and turn, rise and fall As metal upon metal clashes Fast I must hold, stumble not As the master fights the battle Heart beating hard, mouth dry as earth Blood coursing down my chattles Treading hard upon the ground Regardless of the dead Then the day is won,the bugle sounds "Homeward men its over" Wearily I trot beneath the sun To green fields of grass and clover.