Aftermath

Their bodies are lying all over the field;
Broken is the sword – shattered lies the shield.
They’re lying and dying in mud made of blood;
They’re crying and waiting to die.

Their whimpers and screams tear the wind as they mourn,
Praising death and cursing the day they were born.
They’re bleeding and needing to cease and find peace;
They’re pleading and praying to die.

Their faces turn pale and the red blood turns black;
They feel the night coming and hold nothing back.
They’re breathing and leaving; their souls flown and gone.
I’m grieving and pleading “Don’t die.”