Blood fed the barren ground
Bodies decorated it
Like discarded toys.
Swords pierced the Earth
Beside the crippled, lifeless corpses
There was a Beauty in this Darkness
In the Savagery of War.
Life fled this land
Once rife with the green blades of Grass
Replaced now by blades of Iron and Steel.
For what, they ask
The Glory of Battle, the Honour it gave.
No structures of stone or wood
Stood in sight of the horizon.
A vast Nothingness claimed these lives
And Nature would take its Victims.
Limbs bared to Bones, sinking in dirt.
Rust from fruitless rains would claim the soiled metal.
The Shadows of carrion birds’ wings filled the sky
Their caws shredded the Silence, deafening.
Beaks ripped at stripped Flesh
As the Sun set, its rays of Light frightened by the field.
It seems a Horrible Dream.
An Evil that Desecrates the Human Soul.
Wars are waged, the Cost ignored.