In spartan sepulchers

Factions torn asunder
each charging with their own flag
saltire and the cross met
and beheld
primal blood

That dawn
in mud run crimson
a pact was sworn by
those who buried their kin
each a testament in
the face of
simple murder

Soldiers sleep in
spartan sepulchers,
eyes once wide to
terror, the sabre and pike
with the last laid to rest
glory finally takes flight
to remind all who follow
what courage truly is!