Battle Fields

Screams from a thousand men upon bloodied fields, the blood dripping from the hedges and over-reaching briars. Look to that blood... smear its life-gone sap into your soul and start to count the bodies on the fields. You will find a thousand... Each one will have blood around his head and throat and you won't forget the scene should you live a hundred years. ---------------------------------------- 9/21/2015 Contest - Dark Poetry Sponsor - Nayda Ivette Negron 2nd place win