The Charge of the Cavalier

[AndrewTech 3334]

✵ The Charge of the Cavalier ✵

 

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By HIH Catherine of Furnestock

Princess Imperial

c. 1852

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As I look to the wife who sleeps by my side,

I remember my vow: For her, to provide.

With the children all nestled, well snug in their beds,

I plant a kiss on each of their foreheads

As again, I don the red.

 

 

Our commandant’s face, clad with a patch,

Bears a look of pride as he hands off our dispatch.

With a snap of our boots and salute of our hands,

Rides forth our brotherly band!

 

The mission ahead for which we prepare,

Is a task to which we cannot compare.

With the words of priests and the songs of nuns,

To a battle, yet to be won.

 

 

An officer cries “Forward, the mounted brigade!”

But we all know that this is no parade.

With our homes to our right and the enemy to our left,

We ride forth into the cleft.

 

As my heart is filled with undying despair,

I think of how my comrades will fare.

In the glowing embrace of the rising sun,

Riding into a battle, yet to be won.

 

 

I thought of a funeral held just last week,

And the words of its priest, ever so meek.
“Bring not your sorrow, your pain nor your plight,

But embrace the eternal respite.”

 

The sound of a bugle thunders through the air,

And that of a bagpipe, in wartime fanfare. 

For in the glowing embrace of the rising sun,

Is a battle, yet to be won.

 

 

Though peace is that for which I yearn,

Our foe will have a lot to learn!

With pagans and sellswords in the morning light,

I devote myself to the fight.

 

As I offer Saint Emma a final prayer,

I think of the loved ones for which I care.

In the glowing embrace of the rising sun,

Lies a battle that will be won.

 

 

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✵Dedicated to Samuel Gendik and the Fallen of the ISA✵

 

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OOC:

This is just a fun piece of original poetry that I wrote in-character that I thought I’d share. It is meant to be read in a rhythmic prose similar to “The Night Before Christmas,” and thus sounds a lot better with that imagined. As usual, no OOC vitriol or hate on this thread please!

 

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

As Duncan would read the poetry, a mixture of pride and sorrow would be felt by him, in memory of the following he would speak softly to his daughter “You and I are, are part of a brave bunch, never forget that”

 

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@ScarletFrisket

 

[Frisket 4539]

Nicole remembered the words she told her crew, after reading the missive she stared up to the roof now looking back at that moment. Before battle she wrote a letter and looked at them with a calm expression

 

"Never fear, never falter, for our victory is at hand"

[SapphirePool 1360]

The gaze of a tired woman, hurt and broken apart by the loss of her brother read over the words. Again and again she read and re-read. Rosemary Gendik carefully placed the poem aside her nightstand, going to look out the window of her bedroom. The curtains had been drawn for months. Finally they would open, looking out at the city. With much effort, the woman who had been shut in for months put on a shawl, and with little fanfare, she made the trek to visit her brothers grave. 

[DelaneyG 1279]

Somewhere up above, a fallen soldier smiled at the dedication. He watched his loved ones with hope - soon enough time will have mended their hurting hearts.

[SapphirePool 1360]

2 minutes ago, DelaneyG said:

Somewhere up above, a fallen soldier smiled at the dedication. He watched his loved ones with hope - soon enough time will have mended their hurting hearts.

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It won’t. COME BACK DELANEY WE LOVE YOU 😭

 

((jk, loved the RP with you and hope more comes in the future with new characters!)) ❤️

 

[CanadaMatt 874]

Arthur Galbraith would stand on the bridge reading this poem  the same location the battle took place that took Samuel Gendiks life was taken on a bloody night that, Looking off to the banks of the River Petra and sea-bound "It’s a soldiers destiny to fight, always has been no more can be asked of one, but those whos lives are taken for a greater good, Friend or Foe we all do what we must for our country for the ones we love, and ultimately the ones who give their life's are the real heroes of these wars given the ultimate sacrifice and so we remember and so we shall" the Galbraith would then lower his head from the bridge making his way back to the city

[MapleSunflower 1889]

1 hour ago, DelaneyG said:

Somewhere up above, a fallen soldier smiled at the dedication. He watched his loved ones with hope - soon enough time will have mended their hurting hearts.

 

Only a saint-day ago, a doctor sat near the bed of another patient. After speaking for quite some time of his previous life and health, a frown settled upon her face. She gave him the solemn news; he would be facing a terminal illness. Her patient, a good friend, had learned of her dear son's death.
Upon standing up from her seat, she would say, "Time will not heal mourning. It's just that the days we mourn grow more and more distanced, and we as people will grow around our sorrow."

 

Months had passed since the eldest Gendik son had died, yet every day Primrose Gendik would visit his grave. She would speak to him and offer a silent prayer before returning to her work; caring for the ill and wounded. Yet, she would find the missive sitting on the desk of the clinic.

Prim removed the poem and pasted it inside of a worn book - a book filled with countless notes about herbs, illnesses, and treatments. Her first lost patient, her son Samuel Gendik... The pain ached her heart, yet a ferocity, a yearning, for more medical knowledge plagued her mind. She clutched the cross that had been given to her, one that showed signs of wear and tear by use and an 'A' etched into the wood - A cross given to her by Catherine's dear mother, the Empress Anastasya of Kostiz, and a woman she would remain ever thankful for her kindness.