Battle joined.
Thunder.
Smoke and grape.
Galloping horses.
Pride of France.
Wave upon wave.
Silver blinding.
They rode.
Crasing upon
Red sticks waiting in the sun.
Flashing steel.
Rattle of musketry.
Friends and foes.
Tangled.
In deaths throes.
As I wrote this.
The sounds.
The images.
Screaming horses.
Haunt me.
