Hey guys, I understand this is different from my normal ongoing fanfic "The Adventure to Johto through my Nintendo DS" but i wrote this for my English coursework about a year or two ago (closer to 2 really). I felt passionately about this so found it so simple to write. I am currently having to write an opening chapter of a story for my English class in college and this poem is my subject. I might put it on here too, depends how happy with it i am. (strange how i feel no issue with the standard of writing in my chapter being marked as part of my grades but update it on here and i think its the end of the world.) See you guys do mean a lot to me 3. Ok i realise this subject could be seen as sensitive for some but don't be mean in your feedback. Ok i am talking WAY to much and you probably are wanting me to shut up and get back to writing my DS dimension warping story. Remember review, comment and give me your wonderful opinions
*EDIT* I have uploaded the opening chapter so if you like this go and check it out too since they are sort like siblings (so to speak)
Love you all, AnnaWookie ^_^
Gunshots, Explosions, Clattering hooves
We galloped onwards towards the waiting danger
He soothed me calmly, Easy he said
His eyes were dark
From fear and lack of sleep in his bed
We rode on slowly
Cold, fearful, famished
I was born a gangly chestnut foal
Who sprang through fields
In a energetic rush
And arose each morn with the thrush
Then the soldiers came and took away from me
All my dreams of being free
A soldiers mount I must become
With doubt of seeing the next morning sun
A bullet missed me by an inch
I reared up taken by my fear
Only corpses were laying near
Men and horses died and fell
Freed forever from this living hell I charged forwards my eyes wild
Protecting this soldier only a child
Rearing, Plunging, Fighting
A bullet caught a soldiers knee
Now he's in the infirmary
My rider gasped, was nearly sick
My coat sweated like an oil slick
A bullet caught my soldiers brain
Never was he smile again
I was all alone on this battlefield like hell
A bullet caught my chestnut head and…
I fell….
In tribute to the 8 million warhorses who died fighting for both sides in no-mans land who had no say about fighting and ultimately dying in the war.