What She Remembers part one

by McCollonough Ceili
(Nashville, TN and Ireland)

I saw this pic online and it made me think of this poem

She stood tall amidst the fallen heroes around her, but it was just an illusion inside she was smaller then an ant, and just as scared, as she tried desperately to awaken the bodies closest to her. But all she got for her efforts were tears and blood stained hands. Numbly walking up the hill to where her father last was, she saw it mouth open eyes frozen in terror, no longer connected to a body that has yet to be found.