Horselords

From: Balthazar Greenwood


 The wind howls a deepening sigh,
Warriors march off to fight and die.
 The horses hooves pound the ground,
Gathering the attention of those around.
 The sound is simply terrible,
The army before us uncomparable.
 The smell of thier warriors unbearable,
Charge we must to defend the realm.
 Soldiers scream battle cries,
Only to be cut down where they lie.
 The Horselords have come,
Try they will, 
 To murder, plunder, and capture for thrills. 


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