Ash of War

A distant wood grows its gossamer, A near vale, wetted and forgotten cries alone, where rains fall forever ---- Where once babes lay down in the cool of grasses green, and a brook, where once rippled an elven tune of old; Now silent as the seasons here, where once stood great Love, on a throne of gold, midst the broken palisades and halls ---- a near vale (now) wetted and forgotten, Only the breeze of sad memory.... the weeded roads and rubble ---- whisper form their ashes, " Let us rebuild what war has claimed "