Charge boldly charge
No quarter asked
From the valley
They stormed
An enemy
Struck
As blood
A sideways rain
Blinding those
Left afoot
With horses
Shot
A hill to be
Taken
No more reason
Than that
Dead Captain
Face down
His riderless
Mount
Chasing
Straight
To the top
The summit
Crested
Invaders
Turned
With screams
From the
Boys
Now cries
From the
Men
As downward
They start
Killing from
The back
With no
Quarter given
Charge boldly charge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2013)
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