Wasted

They said it would be the bloodiest battle history ever witnessed.

For years they practised in mock battles, drank potions to grow fearless.
The battle it came. Chanting slogans ‘this is Armageddon’
Onward and ahead ‘dead more honourable than dread’

Hammers sprung, spears soaring, helmets crushed, jaws smashing, sounds of bronze shattering, limbs flying.
Screams and metals clanking.
Deafening until silence came as a blessing.
Horses snorted confused, charioteers dead.
They looked around, wasteful end.
While the last two men punched and shoved, the horses galloped  ‘this is useless’ and took to making love..

Triggers: Goodbye horses(Venus Infers version), Starlight by Muse and Set the night to music by Roberta Flack