Ashes Fall

A war poem, interpret however you wish!

Ashes and ashes.
And how we fall.
What shall be of us, when darkness falls.
Scattered in crimson, on a silent field.
Oh, will the horror ever yield.
The only remain, is the sacrifice of war. 
Death knocking at the door.

Reviews

[Frances O'Neill]

Another tribute to the wastefulness of war.

[obvious pseudonym]

gettysburg really got thru to you didn't it?

[the in between]

Wow I really liked this. Death is really something to think about. keep up the great work.

[....]

Yes! Very awesome! I really loved this piece.....xo