Shadows with
Wide eyes closing
Strips flesh
From bodies bloating
Of staggered men
With bones bleaching
From a foreign field
Combat reaching.
The silent shrill
Aghast is spoken
Upon no mans land
Spirits taken
Sentries held
Like statues frozen
The night sky
Merely a token.
Of some nightmare
Under darkness cover
Timeless whispers
Moments smother
Sanity in
Its insane traits
From a foreign field
With no gates.