Battlefield spirit

Darkness falls, the wounded calls. As the cold dark hands of death falls over the land lost by everyone. No one is safe. Nowhere is safe. Once death started, war began. People bayed away the historical replays unfolding. They drug their friends and family into the war. They could have chose life but they never listen. Now for the ones they love, they seek revenge of the fallen. They have paid in blood and body and now seek the same.

They became just another war retold in the blood spattered pages of the history books. Blood and ink together on the same page. Same beginning, some one killed, conflict begins. Different dates but just another battlefield spirit that walks among so many. No justice, just another replay that gets added to the thousands. One more death to join a million other battlefield spirits.