The Forgotten

The Forgotten

         The battle raged on but all was quiet for him. An eerie silence that swallowed his reality. The canons fired and bodies fell to the ground silently like autumn leaves. The smell of blood was thick and the glint from the swinging swords danced in the light. He looked up at the sun and smiled....Then madness took over him and he fell face down to his death.
         As the day began to embrace the darkness nothing could be heard but the slight breeze that carried with it the stories of those who had died there today.