A/N: Hi guys! I'm a bit nervous about this one as it is my first poem on here. It was originally written in an English lesson and I trnsfered it to the computer from memory. Reviews would be greatly appreciated - I review back! (for some reason FP won't let me put it into verses - sorry)
Faded Memories –
A Poem by xX-RosaScuro-Xx
We slowly ride in lines of four,
Our fate decided forevermore.
We can't quit now, no turning back,
With polished boots and shining tack.
We exchange glances, the order's late,
Yet we sit and stand and still we wait.
A man walks forward, the General's come,
We gallop onward to the sound of the gun.
Surrounded by cannons, our life does dwindle,
Our beating hearts on the point of a spindle.
Yet we fight bravely, through thick and thin,
Hoping by some miracle that we will win.
Everywhere we look, a still corpse lies,
Never again will their bodies rise.
We all retreat, the battle's lost,
And still we paid a death laced cost.
Then we learn, to anger us more,
The deaths were due to a mistake, nothing more.
Yes, we were part of the light Brigade,
Never will our memories fade.
IN MEMORY OF ALL THAT DIED IN THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE - 12th OCT. 1854. R.I.P