Charge at Krojanty

Waves canter into tall chalk walls,

The collision delivers a shattering blow and

The fractured water is flung upwards, caught in the evening light,

Each droplet shining as if caught in a spell

Before falling once more unto the depths.

On the clifftop, trees lean as if to flee the scene of the skirmish,

But little more than the sound and the smell of the sea rises over the crumbling brick walls.

Once through the small moss-covered gate the full spectacle is revealed:

The wave-mounted cavalry charge and the impact illuminated by the expert sun.

The smell changes little, seaweed and saltwater intermingled,

But row upon row of alien cavalrymen career towards the strong chalk armour.

The observer corps flies overhead, allies of the sea.

The birds white and black against the blue, sending coded messages to one another,

Each shriek and screech carrying specific meaning,

Cutting through the air as they soar high above the coastline.

Below the attack continues as before,

The mounted force continues to hold its own against the chalk.

Rocks and land may slip into the depths but still the defence continues,

Though the water may become polluted and darkened.

The fight will never fully end, though the sea may be claimed by the land.

The resistance will not cease.