White Horse
The warriors camped in the field
preparing for battle
Each
had reasons
that belonged only to themselves
Once upon a time
perhaps
reasons were
not justification but
a quest. Once upon a time
perhaps
warriors were
heroes
who did not ride into battle
to conquer other
heroes but
to release their souls
Face the spirit in human
form:
ferocious.
Fight and wound and kill
take the risk get hurt and
heal.
Preparations went well
into the night.
The fire crackled,
illuminating
secrets in its flicker.
Dawn would
come soon
enough,
and obliterate their very
memory.