An endless night,
Ghostlike faces,
Emerging from pits of terror.
Burning flesh,
A pestilential stench,
Odor of the Angel of Death.
Men in their corner,
Dumb,
Motionless,
Tasting the bitterness of fear.
Struggling, dying,
In slow, painful agony.
The end was coming.
The end was here.
Limbs numb,
Shivering with cold.
Cries of distress,
Hurl into the wind.
Cannon shots,
Split the air.
At the gate,
Freedom.
The morning star,
No longer so distant,
Glistens in the dark gray sky.
