Fears of war

The cloud is dark Somewhere afar of, the bush burns It's unseen, only the smoke in the air.

Clip-clop! Clip-clop! Clip-clop!
the ground shook
Voices of horses could be heard

I couldn't hold put,
It's a call of war,
A silent whisper I made.

Soldiers fully clothed in armor
Holding on to their weapons,
And flap their horses with the other hand.

They ran closer
And their speed slower
The dust still much in the air

Faintly.. I see
Who's at the war front?

Unbelievable!
The old man led the war?

My attention shifted back to his majestic horse.
Endowed with pure gold
Or is this a protective shield?
Precisely it is.

Seated on its back is an old man.
Who's sight demands respect.
On his head, was a crown settled.

A king?
He should be.

How tense could it be to draw on the old man’s presence?
A Lot of questions going on in my head.

The dust has finally cleared off,
I could now see clearly from my spot with the binocular in my hands.

I looked properly at the old man,
His skin looked wrinkle
A weak king? No, I don't think so.

I looked again,
Focusing all my attention on the old man,
He's old truly,
But his eyes tell differently.

They took off suddenly on their horses,
after the roar of someone that I couldn't see.

Thank God for the rock I kneeled by, that supported me from falling.

The speed wasn't as fast as the first time, I could now follow accord.

I see the old man holding firm to his sword gently placed by his left side thigh.

Something seems odd,
Focusing my binocular to the left side of the old man,
I saw a man standing by his side.

His expression is somehow strange.
I looked back at the old man, I could barely read his expression.

The look from the younger man, I assume concern of fear.
Could I be right?
Precise the enemy is close by already.
The man is old, why should he lead a war?

Wait a minute, He's a king!
A king, never too old to sacrifice his life for his subject.
He could have once been a soldier, i assume again.

Maybe I'm right, the younger soldier's expression might speak of concern.

But isn't the king scared for his life?
Oh my! I believe he'll find peace in death if it comes today.

Better than being seated on the throne.
Still I wonder..
How serious could it be to make a king lead the battle?

I'm still kept in the dark, and know but a little of what's going on..
I can't even sight the enemy.

Phew!
What Manner of war is this?
That even the feather creatures flew away for their dear lives.