The War Horse Blog Archive on April 6, 2009, 8:30

by HorseFeathers, age 16

As the trumpet sounds
He races into the battle grounds.

His hooves slice the tension in the air
one like him cannot compare.

He laugheth at the shaking of a sword
Over all things powerful, he his lord.

For his neck is clothed with thunder
and his hooves trample those asunder.

For when the trumpet sounds you shall hear
as he screams a challenge to those far and near.