Silence On the Battlefield
The silence deafens,
after all the screams and roars,
the din of the battle has died.
A sudden stillness
descends like a curtain
that envelopes all left on the field;
its weight sits like a heavy cloak
on the shoulders of men.
There's nary an echo
of those who'd held fast
under the fire,
there's now just a hush
from the lost and the dead.
Where are the notes of
the fanfare of victory?
Who'll play the dirge
of the lament of defeat?
No medals are pinned,
no sword touching shoulders,
no glory is honoured,
no victory declared.
There is only the quiet
of the spirits ascending,
the noiseless retreat
of those who've paid
the price for this silence.
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