A Hero's Tale

A Hero’s Tale

Through the battlefields I ride,

On my gallant steed,

Ignoring the shells and bombs above,

All of this just because of Kaiser’s greed.

A rifle raised at my gelding’s chest,

I lifted my own and shot him dead,

But the bullet didn’t stop flying at my horse,

And soon he lay in a puddle of red.

Filled with anger, and hatred and rage,

I screamed my grief over my mount’s shell,

I sobbed into his neck and cradled his head,

All I wanted to do was shout and yell.

Guns fired all around me, but I didn’t care,

But I heard gunfire from behind me, while I was standing in the mud,

I whipped my head around to look, but it was too late,

And soon I lay on the dirt, in an expanding pool of my own scarlet blood.