Death Charge To The Cannons Poem by Vision Ghost

Vast landscapes, and the final moments are here
Race to finish, without the notion of such a fear
For this be a decision, for the last stand we can make
A truth within our souls, for the visions we stake

Winds blowing in our hair, as steeds breathe deep
Faces recognise, never knowing when we will steep
Approaching the range, of their fire as our hearts
Crying for freedom upon, the name of such parts

Within my hand she did, place the locket of her love
Grip this now as I do so these reigns, of heavens above
Stare down for our inevitable, fate in such strives
To break down the few, to save the many lives

Dust kicked up as our cloud, descends upon the enemy
Acknowledged in history, as this is our final glory
Never stop as we quicken pace, to the end as in sight
For the few taken, down and their souls take flight

Witnessing for the falling, of my best friend is dead
Proud warrior but now broken man, full of black lead
His last expression to will me on, to this lethal charge
Deafened almost by the constant, artilleries barrage

Passion burning in my body and the rounds, go through
My flesh searing but dare not stop, under the sky of blue
The heat hammers down, the sweat that falls from me
For the fatal shot tears through my heart, the pain be

Hold to this I can survive, to steer my horse to the line
To smash the barriers, and cut down their glory of mine
Bring down the force of the final, defences of battle
As the darkness, begins to descend down the inevitable

Of my life begins to creep away, and the stillness begins
Falling from my steed, and the ground my body in sins
Released as I lye dying, as breath; of my body abandons
Knowing my honour, for the death charge to the cannons