The horse stood upon the hillside
the grass blew in ripples
the man upon the horse
took in a deep breath
then he rode down
his spurs digging deep
the thunderous noise engulfed the valley
and down road the man
unto certain death
but it was not in vain he rode
for as his men saw him go
they were filled with bravery
and they followed without fear
unto death, but not that mattered
for they would go down in history
as the greatest men
to ever die
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
The horse stood upon the hillside
the grass blew in ripples
the man upon the horse
took in a deep breath
then he rode down
his spurs digging deep
the thunderous noise engulfed the valley
and down road the man
unto certain death
but it was not in vain he rode
for as his men saw him go
they were filled with bravery
and they followed without fear
unto death, but not that mattered
for they would go down in history
as the greatest men
to ever die
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