The crashing of waves
The clashing of steel
As men battle by the sea
Spreading back along
The bloody sand
The ravens start to feed
The tang of salt
The reek of blood
The cries of dying men
A dull thudding
Of a horse’s hooves
Galloping down the sand
Night falls slow
One lone figure
Remains standing on the shore
Gazing blank eyed
At the death about
Wondering what he was fighting for
When the sun rose
Early the next day
The man was lying dead
Not one soul
Was left to fight
Into to the sand they bled
©Aarron Mondello
29/4/2018
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