Saddled horses, fighting men,

Empty field, the battle’s done.

See it now as it was then,

Past and present become one.

A field of battle stretching far,

Spilled blood covered long by dust.

Where gallant knights shall never fall,

Their shining armor never rust.

Listen close and you will hear,

Battle cries on the silent wind.

As warriors of legends true,

Slowly rise to fight again.

Is that the strike of metal swords?

Or merely thunder’s crash?

A wounded man’s dying words?

Or an animal’s frightened dash?

Do you hide from the dark,

And come only in the light?

What is it you’re afraid to see,

On a moonless summer night?