The men in gray were surrounded.
The canons roared, death was unbounded.
Across the valley the echoes sounded.
The last man in gray charged on his magnificent stallion,
with his head held high and his sword pointed to the sky,
he rode hell bent into a sea of blue… bound to die.
Charge! With a deafening Rebel yell,
into a hail of mini balls, he quickly fell.
From here it would be heaven for
he had just experienced…
a living hell!