Heed the cry of innocence lost to
Hapless heathen reckless
wrath.
No amount of weepy wailing
Halts the imminent attack.
Not for lack of warning
Nor a need for preparation,
Just grasshopper mentality,
Never forward,
Never back.
Now raise the call to summon
forces.
Now sound your bugle loud and
strong.
Call your horses from their
stables
Swift and ready for the fray.
Now draw your sabers, feed
your cannons,
Let the battle lines be
drawn.
Let your lightning and your
swiftness
Be the savior of the day.
In the aftermath of battle,
The reset of memory,
Praise the bravery and the
daring
Of her wondrous cavalry.
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