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Darkness clings now to war's bloody field today
Leaving haunting moans crackling from shattered bone
A stench still hangs from the human decay
And cries are heard rumbling, in a field of stone

A Legion fought with an oath they swore
The Gauls with angry painted faces, all the same
As they stepped on the dead of those they deplore
No questions asked, no feeling of shame

Moon light filters through trees burnt apart
Showing bodies down trodden from battle of the day
A clear sky lets rays light the road, the eyes can chart
That winds to an encampment, filled with dismay

These angered men, collaspe to their knees
Sandled feet blood red, as they quickly fled
Some talk loud, as they recall the pleas,
of the captured while losing their head

This Legion,these men who the Gauls now scorn
Have caused a silence, with all its fears
With moments cursing of Romans being born
These Gauls listen in darkness with collective ears

Gauls fought the Legion wild, without harms care
No structure or form, with no formation
With painted blue faces and matted hair
Rome had brought this Legion upon this nation

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