It is Done
It is done, the time has passed,
no longer will the bane stay,
the painful memories that remain, will only remain in nightmares.
A silent field, a battleground.
The blood fell then, beat into the soil;
it is no more, never to happen again, forget it all.
Forget the pain.
Never dwell on the past, the final reconing has come to pass.
The men that died of that fateful day, the bodies gone.
Where? They did not say.
The mourners and the families will never see them again.
There is no grave to stand and mourn,
instead a field.
A field? You say, the place they rested, the place they stay.
It is done...