The Battlefield
By: Michael Vanderhoof
I stare across this empty field, as the sun starts setting low. I hear the rifles and the cannons, of a time so long ago.
I can faintly see the soldiers, on both sides along the field. I see them falling desperately, heaven or hell, their souls to yield.
The sun has now departed, and the day has turned to night. The vision on this empty field, is almost out of sight.
Silence falls upon the field; the victory must be complete. Or does the battle still continue, and both sides fall to defeat?