The faded yellow of their facings shone bravely.

There was a mighty altercation.
The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
The blue haze of evening was upon the field.

The lines of forest were long purple shadows.

One cloud lay along the western sky partly smothering the red.
As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns suddenly roar out.

He imagined them shaking in black rage.