Friday, March 30, 2012

Walking In Tall Grass Fields In Thrace

When I could move again
Without bleeding through
I made the effort
To say goodbye to them
Walking in the morning
Sun burning the mists
The light beginning to shine
To reveal a horrific scene
In the fields of our victory
I had a chance to see the them
Their bodies now just more than bones
The heroes having died were laid
Before their souls went home
The grasses of the fields
Grown tall all around them
I looked at each body
I remembered their names
I was the soul survivor
I was all alone
What kind of dreams do they now dream
In the sleep of the dead
What kind of world do they know
Instead of laying in fields
Colored red