The Battlefield

Not a twig snapped or a breeze blew
On the plains where battles raged long ago
They fought and died for their beliefs, thought true
Now all are gone, without a sign to show.
All at once as the full moon glows,
The wails of fighters staved by blows
And the clings and clangs of armored men
Are all heard above the din.
Muskets, rifles, beyonets crash
And swords rip through with a mighty clash,
The bone, the flesh, the armor thin
As man fights man and next of kin.
As the new days light encroaches
Their souls are freed and life approaches
And so they wait another year
To fight in the night among their fears.