The War That Was

The war years, no longer seen. Their cries of pain, no longer heard, Verdant fields, no longer red, Tho still stained, scarred by those who've been. Soldiers’ shadows---silent echoes now. Trumpets of victory, silenced in Raven's caw. Victory vanishing in wasted lives, Whispered marches seen in young men's eyes. Seen in seas of land and glen that holds Hordes of bones and hearts of slaughtered souls, Drowned in black soil's decay and war's devour. Sacrifice seen in stars, shining their valour, Reaping our saviour.