Honor of the Pure

(By The Marked One, 087/019)
One by one,
Aligned, arrayed
Horrified,
dismayed.

Bells,
They won’t toll.
Mothers,
nobody to answer their call.

All over the ground
Along this green field
Soldiers,
and the lives they yield.

Songs of bravery
United they recite,
Throwing their lives
In a monstrous delight.