War Poem by Tim Vallie

The stench of blood and fire, the hellish smell of war
The earth bloodied and mired, death-stained forever more
Men both dead and dying lay strewn across the field
The hands of the honored fallen, hold broken spear and shield
Some men died for victory, many others died in vain
It mattered not for whom they fought, their blood still fell like rain
Some men fought for honor, some men fought for gold
Some men died like cravens, others heroes bold
Warriors come to battle to fight, to kill, to die
They let their Kings and Lords choose who, and when, and why
History is decided by the men who march to war
Yet these men are soon forgotten, names lost forever more