Flanders Field!

The ear-piecing noise grew louder and louder,

Till someone had suddenly fell,

Today larks still sing bravely above the trees,

The gunshots sounded like volcanos erupting.

The sight of death gives me shivers,

Cautiously I continue to fight for what's right,

Starring at the death of some valuable friends

gives me shivers,

But will I die in peace?

I suddenly noticed the hairs on my back stood up,

I lay stranded in the trenches scared but asleep,

Noticing the gunshots get louder,

They're get quieter for me,

I felt my family slowly fading away.

By Esha!