Tribute to the Fallen
So many valiant heroes lie
In tombs that bear no name.
And still more brave ones soon shall die
With none but grief and shame.
Upon those graves, no mortal eye
Has looked; no loved ones came.
For they were pawns that cannot fly;
They perished in the game.
But now I hope that peace they found
Among those silver stars...
I pray that they will hear the sound
That heals inflicted scars.
Long did they toil, and long were bound
By shackles, chains, and bars.
I wish that none disturbs their mounds...
An end be to these wars!
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
ŞiirThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!
