I heard a clash, and a cry, <br />And a horseman fleeing the wood. <br />The moon hid in a cloud. <br />Deep in shadow I stood. <br />‘Ugly work!’ thought I, <br />Holding my breath. <br />‘Men must be cruel and proud, <br />‘Jousting for death’. <br /> <br />With gusty glimmering shone <br />The moon; and the wind blew colder. <br />A man went over the hill, <br />Bent to his horse’s shoulder. <br />‘Time for me to be gone’… <br />Darkly I fled. <br />Owls in the wood were shrill, <br />And the moon sank red.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/middle-ages-2/
