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Ghosts of War
Within the fog of did you see? An old woman, made up to the nines Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye Purse in hand and a glass of wine Waiting for a lover who never comes Just shadows on the wall Whispering names, through Spiders silk, the inheritors Of this forgotten, debutants ball While Portraits glare at vacant laughter An echoed waltz swirls The embrace of loves decay, Images now jailed within the Crystal shards Of a fallen chandelier A tear of Woman wears mourning face well, This vigil Mask hiding mortality lost Now broken and marking time, Love lies lost in the barbed wire of war Fallen stars to shine no more Their Remembrance merging into darkness Behind a cloudless unforgiving sky Alone is the corpse in cratered field Covered by poppies blood Walked on by ghosts to come Another Whispered soul is roaming The guns have left their post And Peace is just an illusion For yet another Flanders ghost This cruel winter’s night The withered rose has lost its fragrance The champagne has all gone flat And love calls without an answer For silence is the memory And it is we Who walk hand in hand With our ghosts of War?
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