The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.
Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching to,
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!
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dedicated to angelic19 cuz well she is AWESOME...she dedicates meh in so much chapies and i just wanted to rturn a fave so here.....and and angelic19 if you are reading this.... I LOVE your book as you know and will keep reading it till, well EVER...thanks for the dedications and here is your, again THANKS >^_^<
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