My Horse Lying Dead ...
In fated inclemency
leading the charge
each push
deeper into the fray
The sound of the bugle
the call of the wild
where death lies afloat
in the quay
Each choice made to question
each vow pledged in blood
with very few
seeing the dawn
But onward we push
the bold and the meek
with our swords
and our bayonets drawn
The enemy fronted
all cannons in tow
the smoke makes things
harder to gauge
As destiny waits
on top of the hill
and the battle
continues to rage
One time looking back
the bodies lay piled
like toy soldiers
once toppled and strewn
Afoot in the madness
alone in the dark
my horse lying dead
— in the dew
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
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War experience blends personal trauma with universal battle philosophy
Dense imagery and multiple ideas compressed across stanzas
Overwhelmingly dark: death, isolation, destruction, despair
Violent action verbs, urgent pacing, explosive battle imagery
Approximately 28 lines across eight stanzas
Rich metaphors, similes, personification, vivid sensory details throughout
First-person lyric with narrative battle sequence, shifting internal witness
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