• In the rain,
    We ride.
    The saddle chafes my sore legs.

    Ride, he yells
    Through the rain,wind, and pain

    The sound of hooves
    On sodden Earth
    The sounds of war

    The horses go lame
    Battle on the ground
    Swords drawn

    Red blood
    Coats the ground
    The dogs growl

    Many died
    Few live

    A sore body is my price

    What is the price of war?