The Enclave Charge at Shatterd Hoof.

"Half a wing more! Half a wing more!"
Half a wing onward.
All into the clouds of Death.
Flew the six hundred.
"Forward! Lighting Brigade!"
"Charge the Griffins guns!"
Into the clouds of Death.
Flew the six hundred.

"Fly straight! Fly true! Lighting!"
Was a Pegasus, dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
The Enclave had blunder'd:
The soldier not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the clouds of Death
Flew the six hundred.

Griffins to the top of them,
Mud Ponies to ground of them,
Talons to the front of them,
Volley'd and thunder'd
Storm'd at them with bullet and bomb.
Boldly they flew and well,
Into the jaws of Death
The open mouth of Hell.
Flew the six hundred.

Flash of magic weapons,
Flash as they turn'd the air.
Novasurge rifles firing,
Charging the Talons mercenaries
All the wastland wonder'd
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right to the line then broke;
Griffin and pony
Pegasi from Shattered Hoof.
Shattered Hoof and sunder'f
Then they flew back, but not.
Not the six hundred.

Griffins to the top of them,
Mud Ponies to ground of them,
Talons to the behind of them,
Bullet and bomb'd
Storm'd at with volley and blood.
While ponies as hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came out of the jaws of Death
Bach from the mouth of Hell
All that was left of them,
Left of the six hundred.

When did their glory fade?
Oh the wild charge they made!
All the wasteland wondered.
What sort of honor did they make?
Death the Lighting Brigade.
Honor our six hundred.

Comments

[Derec mc coy]

Nice poem