And another english poem.
Another pretty dark english poem.
I'm in a flow.

Their feet carry on through mud
Leave footprints where no one has been
They don't know where they are marching
But they go never to be seen

They leave behind the world of the living
Dead men walking; well, not just yet
They march without a single word spoken
The deafening silence a certain threat

The sun meets the horizon
Paints the waters red
And they know by sunrise
They will all be dead

Their thoughts wander far away
In the back of their necks they all feel the fear
They all share the same mind in this moment
Defeat in their eyes, their doom is near

The sunrise is crimson
The once brown mud blood stained
No one will ever remember
The carnage on this field

Now silent ghosts linger
After the bloodshed that night
They'll never return
From their last fight