Sky blackened by cannon ash,
Stone crushed ruin remnants,
Trees left crumbling,
Fading into ink black soot,
Once green luscious earth,
Now a blood seeped swamp.

The only noise,
Screams, gun shots, the running steps of frantic soldiers,
The only smell,
Stench of blood and rotting of the dead,
Soaking the atmosphere,
The only sight,
Burned trees, dead bodies, and black engulfing sky,
All these,
Turning the mind into a mad asylum,
Leaving each soul drained of life.

Back pressed hard against mud wall,
Scars left stinging from the cold rain,
Like the stings from vicious wasps,
Mind hurriedly giving prays to the life known before entering this hell……
It seems a lifetime left unknown,
And prayers said……
Future handed over to the fates,
Left for them to cut the string.