The Ghost Soldier

As the battalion races into battle

You can hear a Saber rattle

But as we charge with guns a blazing loud

He can be seen, leading the crowd

A Ghost on horseback brilliant white

In his suit of armor a scary sight

No one can believe their eyes it seems

He should only be seen in blood curdling dreams

But to us he is as real, as we are

Like us has traveled very far

Not in miles, but in time

Like a hero in a nursery rhyme

As we charge on and vanquish our foe

A thousand soldiers all in a row

He leads by example from the front

The cannon fire, he bears the brunt

Can the enemy see him we all think?

Or is it only us, and a curse of the drink

Imaginary or real boldly we wonder

We frightened soldiers in a politicians blunder

As the battle rages, he disappears as quickly as he came

And none of us even knew his name