Dead Soldiers
The blood stank,
the air filled with feasting insects,
even more so,
awakening vultures,
which had to come to tear,
at the swollen hideous flesh,
so far away I heard,
the howling of the hungry wolves,
as the bones of the soldiers,
turned to soot and dust,
never to return in the twilight,
of the night,
not ever again.
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
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