Darkness.
Mud.
Surrounded by this bloody crud.
Guns and bones sunken in puddles.
Men are torn apart like puzzles.
Motionless are those once bold.
Cold.
Starless.
Distant growls,
distant cry,
searching for ones yet to die.
Prey.
Pray.
Who survived is not to stay.
Not to live to see next day.
They scream.
Silhuette in moonlight beam.
Darkness.
Blood.
