by Apr 17, 2006Poetry

The shallow sun in limbo
Falls below the sky
Where marching lines of heroes
Go to when they die,
And the maiden softly weeping
For the love that she once prized
Shall be content with mourning
As the daylight fades and dies.

All men must have a virture,
An honour and a cause,
The cold harsh cry of anguish,
The clenching, hateful claws
of hope in whats believed in,
Of what once was, and then
The war drum sounds its triumph
So peace can thrive again.

And as the red sun falters
And the day becomes the night
For hounour and for glory
Did each lost hero fight.


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