War 4
The moans of the dead
lay all about me,
for they were truly dead –
even those still dying.
The pitiful wail
of a thousand corpses
accompanied their souls skyward;
or departed in opposition.
The reek of fatality,
futility,
assailed my senses;
climbed over my fallen defences
and conquered my undefended keep:
now, and forever, shall I weep.
