Empty Shells

Cannons roared
And blood flowed red
As I walked the field
Putrid stench of the dead
It made me smile
This carnage so sweet
As black vultures landed
Tearing flesh, scavenging meat
For without the dark
There could be no light
And law decreed that fifty thousand die
Before the passing of this night
Then, a dying man cried to me
Saying he was cold
So I brought him a warm corpse
Which, like a lover he did hold
He thanked me
And laid down to die
As souls of empty shells
Blackened the morning sky