Pax Paludes

a war horse runs
its rider gone
through smoke
and pools of blood
splatters of foam
eyes crazed with fear
strong white legs
covered in mud
a panicked race
away from death
from fire
and from slaughter
manoeuvres blind
with widespread eyes
through blood
that runs as water
a final jump
a near escape
sharp wood denies
skin rips open
guts spill out
the battle fades
in dying eyes

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