The battle’s done, the wounded leave the field,
The cries of pain and sorrow fill the empty air.
What’s done is done, all that remains is guilt,
And broken hopes and dreams are scattered everywhere.
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I can hear this in my head as a song. It's beautifully descriptive...I imagine scenes from this movie The Bunker as the film is eerily shot and portraying bodies of dead German soldiers scattered among the field. When I read this, I feel the loss when all you wanted was for her to stay. The only thing I would change is to add another stanza and draw it back to the killing fields you describe in the beginning of the poem. Lovely.