Horse Descriptive Writing

The cold wind rushing past me. The sun’s rays of light covered by the darkness of the clouds. Hooves, galloping along the floor. Dust surrounding me. My tight grip on my spear, my gallant horse’s hooves flying across the field. The village of Kalinga in near distance. The small buildings like little dots along the horizon. My stomach churned, my heart, beating the same pace as the horse’s hooves. My grip on my spear, tight, sweating slightly. Closer, closer, we came, the outline of the village in sight. The pillars of the many buildings came in view, the roofs, and eventually the houses themselves. The shouting voices of horror, the children letting out loud crys. People dashing in all directions, finding all they could, hoes, axes, nothing

It may not even be considered a field anymore, bodies and blood covered most of the ground. I reached my blood-splattered hand down and patted my horse. I felt wetness hit my hand. The sky slowly started to cry, tears full of sadness, regret. Regret? I couldn’t feel regretful. I flicked the cloak of regret off of me like a bug. I watched before me as I saw men and animals dying in front of my eyes. What is the point of all of this? I heard distant groaning. The once clear, beautiful, blue river, now a vile, dark red.

My heart ached with pain. I felt the rain pour on me, as my own tears started to drop just like the rain surrounding me. Regret. It was around me like a cloud that will always be on top of me no matter what.

And there I was. Why was I causing all this pain? Then it him me like a wrecking ball. My hand loosened and my spear fell to ground. So many had died or been or enslaved, or been sincerely hurt just for a piece of land! What was this? Just for land?! Why have so many had died at my hand? Just for land?! This is an outrage! Immediately the cloak of regret fell on me again. This is not ok, I do not accept this world I live in. I will change for better. For the greater good of