It Came Too Late

7/8/08 Title image by tattereddreams http://tattereddreams.deviantart.com/

Alas the sweet trumpets call,

Fell too late upon their ears,

For the night had set upon their eyes,

And the field was soaked in tears.

You may say the dead can’t cry,

And this if fairly so,

But the tears of loved ones left behind,

Trail where ever they go.

Seasoned warriors fall the same,

As the young and foolish youth,

And blood is blood when spilt from them,

When died to hail the truth.

Dusks calm and silent darkness,

Came creeping at their door.

Opened to him the enemy,

Left them bleeding on the floor.

All is fair in war and hate,

But their hearts forever stilled.

In the heat of ruthless battle died,

In search of truth were killed.

The call of morning breaks silent here,

Upon this hallowed ground,

Where many fought and died,

And to which their souls are bound.

Author's Note

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