REMEMBERING
Shadow horde
past and gone.
Distant voices
whisper from poppyfields,
red tide claiming the sky.
Why? They invite
answers. We have none.
Marching onwards
blinded by tears.
REMEMBERING
Shadow horde
past and gone.
Distant voices
whisper from poppyfields,
red tide claiming the sky.
Why? They invite
answers. We have none.
Marching onwards
blinded by tears.