Ghosts of the battlefield

 Wandering ghosts hide whispering in the mist, Forgotten voices echoing across barren fields, Here only one thing seems to grow,  Macabre trees born from the fallen and the lost,  their twisted bone branches still reaching Longingly towards home,   each day a new a new crop is sown, watered with the blood of the innocent, warmed by the heat of […]

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