Best Epiclight Poems
Left And Right
Either side the cannons roar
Took of blood and wanted more
Salvo after salvo into the valley
Point blank range to deter the rally
Water poured over steaming muzzles
Russian gunner at this sight puzzles
Tis madness against this cannonade
Tis the sacrifice of the Light Brigade
The quicker they fired the faster they came
Under billowing flags and the Queens name
Torn and shredded they carried the fight
And many a soul, never saw that night
The Redout
The Russian generals looked in wonder
Stood in awe at the total squander
The cannons barked and took their toll
Removing horse from man, man from soul
Rifle, cannon, spoke the same
The Light Brigade on they came
Thundering hooves and yelling cries
All for the sight of the Russians eyes
And at the distance of a lance
The Russian soldier in a trance
Sabres cut and slashed in violence
All was death in the cannons silence
The Russians fled in disbelief
Last shot fired to the Brigades relief
Bleeding soldiers and tattered flags
Stumbled, tottered, like wizened hags
Down The Valley
Looking back along that mile
Bodies, horses, pile on pile
Wounded men lean on lance
Said a prayer in skyward glance
On the ground a sleeping parade
Remnants of the Light Brigade
Depleted souls but not of honour
Yet a picture of battles squander
On the conclusion of this battle
Fingers wag and tongues will rattle
But nought should be put to shame
The Light Brigade and its day of fame
At Night
When the moon shines that longest mile
Hear the hooves on lush green pile
The rattling sabres and rippling flags
And how he rode the horseman brags
In the night the ghosts they ride
Full of honour and full of pride
The two stood apart from each other. The warrior was covered in blood
that was almost all his own. His body was beaten and his breath came
in ragged gulps. He readied his blade and attempted a final strike at his
foe. A cloak caught the attack and only a mask could be seen. He fell,
his spirit broken and his resolve gone. His body no longer able to fight,
his eyes began to see nothing but shadows. As he began to fade a
voice spoke, "Rise." He lifted his head to see a light flooding the sky. It
wrapped around him and he stood. An angel came down to him and
placed her hand on his, "Heal." His wounds closed and he felt strength
return to him. His resolve came back as the light was finally freed. The
warrior stood anew and he lifted his sword once again. The angel
gripped the sword with him and added her strength to his, "Fight." The
warrior charged and the fight resumed. With the light free and the
angel giving him purpose, the warrior fought. The battle raged and the
shade was beaten back. Life flourished around him as the shade was
locked away. It would break free and attack several times. Each time it
would be further broken as the two stood firm against the darkness.
Others came and bonds strengthened. The light could no longer be
sealed, and the darkness was bound forever more.