• A solider rides into the reddening sky,
    Dead enemies and comrades litter his path,
    Blood. Staining the once green land.
    A look of sadness and pain
    passes over his face,
    Many young,
    Many leaving families behind
    Red smudges the horse's side.

    In the distance 2 flags sway
    in the wind,
    As if shaking their heads in the
    pointlessness of the deaths.

    The solider falls limply from his horse,
    Among his friends and foes he lies.
    The horse trods silently
    through the bodies,
    Mane and body dyed red,
    Towards the reddening sky.