The Charge of the Light Cavalry

By Richard Wesley Clough

For experiencing the relatively unique mortal condition of pain and tribulation it became the vehicle of my rebirth from lives stretching from the original Spartans to various similar postures including a gladiator, a knight of medieval times, a German soldier to the present almost lost soullessness until I discover the rarefied never, never land amid the barren waste of the last years before the apex. A point in time where everything goes backwards by dint of the chemistry of the black hole. How do I know because Im the light that is bent, refracted, and otherwise inhibited by the black holes galactic lip. It is the mechanism of my rebirth while others are relegated to just their particular life which is why their born resistant to my light filled message. A message imparted by the radiant beings of Pretoria I also call Glent. My mission is like the other juggernauts to disrupt the insidious spread of corruption. A almost impossible task requiring a herculean effort which in itself casts a negative tint to me. But its the special trait that makes me see the charge of the light cavalry when I somehow overcome at least temporarily what is so oppressive like the escape in 1989 which is the mechanism allowing me to see the event associated with my When the weather of Earth Descends deficient story prior to 1989. From then on Im in a race against time that just barely stays ahead of the rafian wave bent on usurping the planet. My dichotomy consists necessarily in light of this constitution a finger of death where people die from contact with me. The number of victims is incredible due to this truth but they will live again hopefully with the abiding reason of the greatness of life rather than the ingrained iniquities they practice at present. Its for all this they call me the light in the charge of the light cavalry. Sometimes funny, illuminating, dramatic, sad or even eventful among the many feelings that come to mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503534483

Richard Wesley Clough

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Copyright © 2015 by Richard Wesley Clough.

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Contents

Portuguese Bend

What Escape Wrought

The Brides of Fountaineau

The Last Spartan

Biodide

Great Stories

Light Verse (1)

Light Verse (2)

Light Verse (3)

Light Verse (4)

Light Verse (5)

Light Verse (6)

Light Verse (7)

The Great Cloud

The Prophecy of the Dead

Mr. Hyde Is Near

What the Reef Sows

The Curse of a Soldier

The Execution of Ramulo

The True Lore

Love’s Crescendo

The Duke of Glanville

Lots Of Fun

Heat Lightning

Legend of the Gun

Cigarettes And Coffee

Is It Death?

The Proud Sparrow

My Xlibris

The Present Pedestal

Mental Analysis

Light Cavalry

To the

true soldier

(as defined in The Sparrows)

Portuguese Bend

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Weather around the Portuguese Bend

Was so fierce we clamored Amen

To know it better we’d be lesser as men

My name is Richard, rival of Lord Skin

I deliberately undertook Portuguese Bend

I didn’t have to become any lesser than the other men

Instead of saying Amen

I said I shall conquer Lord Skin

Who was this master of dire mien

How come he utters bien

Why did Elizabeth Barret promulgate his sins

This weather is the offspring of his kin

Now you know why I’m sailing Portuguese Bend

To find a answer for these beleaguered men

To earn the respect of their request in saying Amen

This truly is known by Lord Skin

This battle wages with a terrible din

I’ve even had to overwhelm my own kin

This treason was his worst sin

But, wait, I nearly round Portuguese Bend

The sailors couldn’t do better with their Amen

Now we have taken Lord Skin

What Escape Wrought

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The penitentiary walls rise to the spire

Some got out of it with the skill of mountain climbers

That’s when they misfired

Now their sentence is twenty times higher

Likewise I attempted a smaller funeral pyre

I didn’t die

I felt dire

Now I know of the Demons roaming for hire

I am insane and can’t retire

The women walk by and no one can inquire

Why they love the men under the spire

Simply put, their sacrifice found a buyer

Now I lie all on fire

From acts by a few who raised their brethren from the mire

Quite