2016 Nov 9, Wednesday


From buried bones of ages past

Come ghosts and phantoms of the last

Forgotten days of yesteryears

Come bearing endless gifts of tears

And bitter, broken bits of brains

Now shattered into tiny grains

The memories we leave behind

Are dust and dewdrops in the mind

In history, in word and page

That chronicle our wretched age

So small, so many, in the fields

And swept away with shining shields

Of warriors trampling us to dust

Resist and fight, we shall, we must

These beasts we bring with us to graves

Reserved for heroes and the braves

Forever sealed with warrior’s blood

The crimson burning coward mud

– theresurreccionofkevin


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