Eyes that are tired from crying.
A heart too exhausted to beat.
Minds that are still hopeful, while dieing.
A hero too weak to keep standing on his feet.
Cries from mothers, who watched her children get slain.
A girl too young to walk, get raped, by once a king.
Worries through prayers of hope, now lost in vain.
A warrior of the knight, to feel his opponent's last swing.
Power that has scattered, far beyond weak.
Castles that envelop kings - too afraid to speak.
A sword too heavy for noble's daughter to wield.
A lover's misfortune now another love's shield.
A fire too dark for even the demons to embrace.
Weapons made from bone, draining blood,- their masters sleep-
A child's compassion too fragile for a ruler to face.
Souls that always linger, and forever more they weep.
A brilliance that brought the morning's birth.
A story once told, now fallen from worth.
Stars that sunk aside the moon, sun's back in place.
Memories that float the skies like time-travellers in space.
An immortal's lifetime that has passed.
Snowflakes now cover these hills.
A lake of blood that surrounds their mournful past.
Clouds that are crimson against the world of skills.
And the person who remembers,
who can't stop crying ever since,
her naked eye fell on those hills,
. . whose whispered sighing never stills. |
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