Across The Fields Mark Antony Raines 2026

Mark Antony Raines 2026 Across the fields where autumn whispers low, The iron harvest scarred the ancient soil. Beneath the crosses row on silent row, Lie youth and hope, consumed in bitter toil. A generation lost in mud and wire, Where hollow trenches swallowed up the sun, And fields dissolved in deafening sheets of fire, Before the bitter, hollow peace was won. Yet peace was brief. The embers caught anew, Across the oceans and the ruined lands. A darker shadow stretched, a deeper blue,