The song of the fallenA Story by vetamotesOur Armies have marched for days on this miserable city. Their defenses are long crushed, their armies bested. But still they resist, though not in the physical medium. In song they mock us, in song they protest. These damnable wretches with their haunting songs. I am driven mad each day by them. Each verse dripping so fully with venom, but still maintaining beauty. The haunting chant they bellow each day courses through my very veins. I can feel my heart beating in tune with it at this point…The worst of this choir of defeat is the voice of one woman…So gorgeous and forlorn. I stare often times into our campfires at night and amongst the many I hear her. The disembodied siren calling to me in the distance. I see in the blaze the many acts I have in acted on these people. The hundreds I have beaten and the thousands I have butchered, each act so plainly shown. I am mad…there is no other explanation. Her voice so immaculate. Sleep is my only release from the torment of these peoples song. But it is not a restful peace as I am tormented by nightmares so real I awake screaming night after night. My sounds of terror swallowed by the seemingly unending song. Do these people sleep...Why have they not been silenced. Days have passed now, I need peace. …Solitude..SILENCE I asked my superior today about the songs….He says that the last throat of these people was cut weeks ago..That this song is all in my head…. Diary of a soldier © 2010 vetamotesFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 7, 2010 Last Updated on June 7, 2010 AuthorvetamotesLima, OHAboutLet not the writer over shadow the pen. My story is my own I elect to share what I write with others. Feel free to comment on it more..Writing
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