Bastion

War and death

There's a bastion on an aerie.
There it stands dark and eerie.
It's beset by enemy dragoons.
So they egress and set up their platoons.
The reprisals efface each other until the night.
While the dead imbues the soil with blight.
When daybreak so those the concord of war.
The sun unveils effigies they abhor.
One by one they acquiesce the soil.
The soldiers fail to reproach their toil.
Now one man stands admist the calamity.
He stands alone admist war's insanity.
He reflects bereaved by the loss of his faction.
While He gazes at crows eating his coterie in fractions.