On the Battlefield

They, across a dusty field did doom defy

 

The tabards too and flags did fly

 

The clarion call and trumpets all would vie

 

For blood on barren ground, so many cried

 

Crossed blades and carried shields

 

Reflecting sunlit sky

Men draw closer to their deaths, knuckles white, lips sealed

 

Faces grim and calloused hands on blades of steel

 

Marching all as one- fathers, sons, and brothers share in fear

 

Hard men feel nothing, boys shake as horses rear

 

Soldiers all, remember only death they deal

 

Great men and beggars arm in arm, on the battlefield