Silent Fields

The air is still and the ground is cold,

As I wander through the silent fields of old.

Where once the clash of swords and shields

Rang out across the battlefield,

Now all that's left is death and debris.

I see the bodies of my comrades,

Lying motionless in the mud and rain.

I see the faces of my enemies,

Twisted in pain.

I can hear the echoes of their screams,

As they took their final breath.

I can hear the whispers of their dreams,

Left unfulfilled in death.

And as I stand amongst the rubble and the ruins,

I can't help but wonder why.

Why did we have to fight and kill,

To prove who's right or wrong?

But as the sun begins to rise,

I know that I must carry on.

I'll honor those who fell with pride,

And keep their memory strong.

For though the battle may be won,

The war is never truly done.

But as I gaze upon these silent fields,

I pray that peace will come