Middle-Ages by Siegfried Sassoon
I heard a clash, and a cry,
And a horseman fleeing the wood.
The moon hid in a cloud.
Deep in shadow I stood.
â€˜Ugly work!â€™ thought I,
Holding my breath.
â€˜Men must be cruel and proud,
â€˜Jousting for deathâ€™.
With gusty glimmering shone
The moon; and the wind blew colder.
A man went over the hill,
Bent to his horseâ€™s shoulder.
â€˜Time for me to be goneâ€™...
Darkly I fled.
Owls in the wood were shrill,
And the moon sank red.