Battlefield Setting Sun Poem by Artemis Zarchae

If you watch thh somber setting
Of the battlefield at sunset
Will you hear the ghouls
And thier tortured whispered screams?
Can you smell the blood that has been spilt?
Can you smell the fear?
Imagine if you were just here
And you took your final place
What is it that your ears will hear
And how will your life be shed?
Will it happen willingly?
Will it happen quick?
What if time hasn't set yet
Then what will your life be yet?
Haven't you heard the whispered screams?
Running through the fields at night?
What if they were your screams?
What if they were mine at night?