I wish to thank the war horse
That is this body.
She does what I ask her to do.
She runs headlong into battles,
Bearing up against whatever onslaught
Into which I would dare urge her.
She will act in direct defiance
Of all her instincts,
Simply because I command it.
She will ignore self-preservation
And run towards canon fire,
With a tap of my heels.
She is stronger than I,
For any weakness is my own.
She is ever at the ready to carry me,
Whatever the campaign.