Gallop after gallop, we marched onwards with pride and glory, with our
sabers high up in the air and with our heads envisaging triumph. Gallop after
gallop, chanting, “Forward the light brigade!” completely unaware of the smoke
of the batteries. Cannons to the left of us! Cannons to the right of us! We
entered a trap none of us envisioned. One by one, a man went down. That’s when
we knew someone had blundered.
Horses and soldiers were stomping on
Not knowing that this was there denouement
Forward the light brigade they yelled
While the Russians were ready to say farewell
Cannons were shot!
Soldiers were caught!
We fought until the sun went down
And the ones remaining went back to town
We fought until our last breath. Until the last spec of hope perished,
we slashed and flashed, through the dark smoke. We were rendered sightless; the
only thing visible was the sound of the cries of our allies. Slash after flash,
cry after bellow. With nothing but regret, we fought until our last breath. We
were defeated; the sabers were no match against the rapid firing shrapnel. We
retreated with our horses leaving behind nothing but footprints and regret.