The Battle

From the castle they looked on the field below,
With sight of great horror, what the Reaper did sow.

Men of might in the field lay astray,
Monuments to death on this horrible day.

Each man so mangled, a spear through the gill,
Knights with bright armor, with blood to spill.

Each watchers spirit grim with a call to hear,
Remember this day before we all disappear.


Darin N. Shank