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Rebel Yell

In the sunken hollow a gray mass 
addles
A silhouette of swaying muskets 
shadows
Braying horses the silent vigil 
rattles
A curdling breeze across feted 
expanse prattles

The stilled pageant concludes with 
the order, "charge"
From sheltering tree line, a 
disheveled mass doth barge
A shrieking, cacophonous chorus 
christens the onslaught
Menacing octave wafts;
Union, tidal waves to 
distraught

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/1/2012 6:25:00 PM
A violent, vicous war it was. You capture that in your ode. Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
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