It's powerful strides the horse belies
But action is it's only course
To take it's master to bloodied warfield
Bloodshed was to live or die
The sword was sharpened, and hunger shone
In victims it, cut and tore
The shields lay stained, scratched and shamed
By spears and arrows, it couldn't shy
There was noise, this was war
Violence was, the bass of sound
Heartless roars, at the blood and gore
Or painful wails, fearing death
And in its midst, is where he rose
The horse would kick, his master's kill
There were no rules, only strategy
And the price of life, was that death ruled
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