never let the red cross fall
from your bloody hand.
on that windy ridge
the grass grows long
the horses ride hard
the bullets fly true.
the buildings of mont st.jean
companies of little houses
sit unmoving behind.
the columns of blue
vive l'empereur
swarms before you
what can you do
but sharpen your bayonet
aim your brown bess low
amongst redcoat brothers
thieves and murderers
but soldiers of england
wales, scotland, ireland
nevertheless
for king george
for st.george
make ready
never break
present
never surrender
fire at will
on the fields of waterloo.
the thunderous fire
hundreds of glistening tubes
slaughtering
destroying.
the pound of hooves
unsheathing of swords
sounding of the charge
square formation
four ranks
make ready
never break
present
never surrender
fire at will
on the fields of waterloo.
boney commits reserves
the veterans
the seemingly unbeatable
imperial guard
march forward
black moustaches
giant bearksins
feroucious expressions.
on a knife edge
you raise your gun
fifty yards
you stare into their eyes.
and then smoke
sauve qui peut
hold the colours
raise your arms
to the sky
on the fields of waterloo
you held firm.
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Felt like writing a narrative style poem, tell me what you think.
If you need any explanations of terms/places etc, just ask.
