I heard the scream

From the horse as it founder

As it strove through the mud

Running its heart out

From the rider who was thrown from his saddle

As the horse reared its head

Crushing his testicles

From the sirens of the Stuka dive bomber

As it dove toward the rider less horse

Shuddering against the sky

From the bomb as it rent the air

As it fell toward the rider

Hanging from tail fins

From the air as it rushed into the void

As the mud oozed into the hole

Where the rider had lain

From the witch as she writhed in her chains

As the rider splashed mud

On her hardwood floor

From the metal shards as they ripped through the trees

As they tore up the mud

Where the horseflesh burned

From the wind as it rushed from the explosion

As it had rushed into the void

Just an instant before

From the soldiers who found not a bone

As they searched through the mud

Where their leader had been

From evil itself as history was changed

As the leader was saved

And the blitzkrieg thus thwarted.

Telepath 281

1939AD/3206CE