The First Fallen Soldier.

Hay, i stopped using larger words a while ago when my writing got depressing. I forgot most of them haha, but I'm working on rebuilding my vocabulary. This poem I wrote with whats left of it. If you could help me with what you tihnk and how to improve that would be nice coz the end doesnt quite flow in my opinion

Bloody waters wash over blood stained sands,
In the remanence of a barons land.
The resonance of gunshots, now faded away,
Is en-laced into memories of histories dismay.
Fallen soldiers immerse into the grains of dissolution,
As resonating weapons emanate a global retribution.
Yet the sea murmurs blissfully into a resonated nation,
As melodic thunder dwindles into prospecting infatuation.
submerged in self pity and engulfed in shame,
the first fallen soldier still bears no name.
Yet sorrow carved into the neglected stone of Anzac cove, on heavens gates,
"a depleted fallen soldier purified in the crimson wishes of a malignant state."