A voice in the night cried out "To arms!"
Riding off with great speed on his horse
Only to be struck down by a pebble in the road
His horse stubling over, crushing his fragile frame
The call was not heard as the boats began to dock
Soldiers with swords disembark
A man wakes in the night
There is a light
Heat is in his windows
A gaze out through the glass pressing aside the white cotton window covers
A town in flames
The crakle of fire laughs
While the powder of gun smokes
Screams in the night
I love poetry.