13 April 2012
It's war,
We're all mounted,
Waiting for the officers cry,
It's now,
I'm galloping, shells exploding not far away,
Soldiers dying,
Horses suffering,
Bullets being shot,
I feel a sudden pain in my chest,
I'm shot,
But I continue,
I cannot abandon my rider,
We come to the end,
We've made it!
We've won!
But I'm dying,
Because of that horrible war.
Killed • Opuss № I