Poetic Malfeasance

Riddles of a dying Muse,
Eternal on the moor,
A candle touches waiting fuse,
As onward soldiers pour,
Into the breach! of agony,
And suffering delight,
With uttered prayers on bended knee,
The Men renew the fight!
The killing rages on and on,
Beneath the weeping sky,
And falling thickly blood upon,
The victims howling "why"?