Civil War Battlefield: Cry of the Fallen

Rigors of weary battle long abated The haze and smoke linger; the fallen obfuscated Ignominiously deposited; in death's unseemly clutches graded Gradually emanating from the debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms emaciated Battle's residual fodder on spent ground masqueraded With the accoutrement's of nature and nurture now attenuated Unrequited carcases posthumously paraded Only the malingering sun palls the hulls now jaded At dusk, dark shadows girdle the remnants of slaughter dated Anon, with the eery sounds of bewitching night serenaded Death's awning a patchwork of gleaming stars cascaded By bleary, mortal shadows in quilted tents shaded Waiting for morn's truce, their valor with honor to be equated