Lost In Britannia

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