Pulling back the reins the rider’s hand exerts authority

Hot breath steamed from nostrils flared while the eyes of coal reflected the flame

Front legs pawed the cobble and plain, shod with eternal

Elbow tucked and armored, visor closed, shield raised

Sword in anticipation for the work ahead

Tattered clothing hanging haphazard from the wind laden decision

Lunging forward the weight of the world felt the charge

Widows wept unborn the children while men cowered and fled

In the air, the sound of laughter.