Onward-Wende

On the fields of the final war, no light shines. Silence is everything; Silence of human pain. Darkness becomes, where horizons seek the firmaments. No screams to betray as oblivion falls into us. No light will ever reach our eyes, memories won't recall. Shivering bodies in empty darkness, Shivering bodies of human pain. Held in a past that once was, where new horizons began. Emptiness will become as if nothing ever was. Fallen through Dark Ages past; centuries of wakeful torment. Voiceless bodies so alone in pain, Voiceless fields of human death, The forest of our ageless fear has overgrown the unknown past. The shade of the many trees, hides the sight of a distant sun. What would be beginnings, without an end?