The Charge Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

These gallants gathered here about
Now ‘pon their fiery steeds do mount
And charging forth let out a yell
To glory now or else to hell!

Encased in armour dark as night
Each thunders forward as in flight
Fierce colours blazoned bright to see
One brotherhood, one company

Impetuous to all ahead
Though end of day may see them dead
A few brave souls may take the chance
To view their dreadful countenance

Poor citizens in fear must turn
As ardent through the smoke they burn
Fell deeds or mighty will be done
Upon a Harley-Davidson