Speaking From the Front Lines

Dread felled my fellows hearts, woes unseen from those on high Bled, swells my fellows hearts, foes unseen from hills nigh' Crashing, sweeping, weeping, boom and splashing, near imposing doom Locked in the mortal struggle gloom and gnashing of teeth, untidy groom Dusty fields span the horizon, vast as any ocean seen Grizzly bodies ash like iron, casting shadows over scene Swords and sheilds differ, where heroes have lain before Battles the same occur, when politics tend to ignore. Ghastly figures huddle amidst the filth and pray Strange sounds echo adrift, fires lithe by day Unknowing the missions ends, purpose to what is wrought? Childrens pale faces grim, failing to see purpose fought.