Phantoms smiled a silent dell,
Trapped in hell where they mortally fell.
All throughout time so many wars,
Borders broken, boats from far off shores.
Battered castles, magical towers,
Now sanctuary for natures flowers.
Rows of Headstones seem to wave,
Seeking recognition from nameless graves. |
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Cold fingers clutch at stony
breast,
Around the air palpitates with unrest.
Time is like a burning thirst,
To the fallen soldiers eternally cursed.
Tears of the dead come in the form of flakes,
Invisible words the winds breath makes.
War for pride, war is wild,
Death mosaics pieces of the fallen child.
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