As the Winds Cried

Poem

As the Winds Cried

By: A.D.Y.Howle

As darkness grew into the wind,

Its shadows moved into our skin.

Lying across the valley's ground,

Crimson and sticky all around.

Our pale eyes, dull and translucent

And icy with the wind's movement.

Once we were standing, arm in arm,

But flying bullets would only harm.

The sound of planes ripping the air,

The smell of burning human hair,

The taste of mud and blood and lead,

The touch of warm and sticky red.

Ashen smoke rose and the wind wheezed,

Deathly smog polluted the breeze.

Clenching the photo of that girl,

Her eyes gray as deep ocean pearls.

I remembered our picnic down South,

Starchy, sweet cherries in my mouth.

As we ate under the cool trees,

Our clothes flapped in the cooling breeze.

Her golden brown hair whipped my face,

Her tears fell with bitter sweet grace.

Before the cruel draft, we were whole.

And now all false hope left my soul.

I lay with my friends in the mud;

We are lying deep in our blood.

As fire blaze grew with the wind,

My arms, my legs, my chest, all pinned.

The winds screamed as fire bombs fell;

Fire roared like in the Devil's hell.

I tried to hold her photo close...

But my cold, bloodless fingers froze.

The dark, cruel wind ripped her away;

She flew into the cloudy gray.

The darkness covered my dead eyes;

My dry tears fell like lifeless cries.

This War had broken all good things.

My hope had gone and grown two wings.

It left me to follow the breeze;

My soul flew and crossed seas.

In the black mud, we all had died.

Our bodies dead as the winds cried.