The Battlefield

A silent, crowded, glinting field,
Of jagged bones, and splintered steel,
A place of death, where men are slain,
Where mind and body are cleft in twain.
This fortress husk once held such powers,
for these broken men under broken towers.

Sunlight dances on a soldier's shell,
It's former tenant now writhes in Hell,
The siege engines lie quiet, inert and null,
Amongst bones, and blades and shattered skulls.

The zephyr carries the carrion's smell,
Across this prairie when so many fell,
A crow pecks idly at a dead man's eye,
On this murderous plain where people die.