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A Dream Called Erelah

I awake from a distant dream....
Thinking of all I'd seen
Remembering what was in my mind's eye
Sad thoughts of a time gone by

I remember the heat of the desert and dangers of camouflage men
of small remote villages.......and the people within

I recall a child.......I can still see her smile
Black was her hair, her hands they were oh so small
I can still see her face.........I remember it all

Erelah, yes that was her name
ever since I met her, my life's not been the same

She'd come to our station almost everyday
coming for her hunger, always to play
running round and round, hiding from us all
I still hear her laughter........ I remember it all

Such a small girl, born into a ruthless world
A world where men prey upon men, and life is simply discarded like sand to the wind

Sunlight and shadows
One illuminates while the other falls
Days become weeks, as distant voices call............

Messages of distress come over the wire
speaking of death, fire
of a small village, of evil men who rape, murder, and pillage

Cloaked with the tools of Azreal, the tarmac erupts
Awash in wind and sand, we are lifted into the air
Nap-of-the-earth quickly, mountains, valleys pass by fast
Distant souls burning, as we come upon the village at last

Pyre smoke engulfs the senses, swirling around and round
Hovering high above, we swiftly descend to the ground
Toils of men are soon revealed in the dawn's light
The departed are scattered about as we scour for life

One burnt structure to another
We find nothing but hopelessness and despair
Only the dead and the dying, Iblis has been here


I peer into a doorway, and to my sadness I see
Little Erelah laying by her mother, still deep in a dream

But from this dream she'll not awake, nor shall she ever play
for her innocence and life were taken, both on this day

Never to learn to read, never to learn to write
Never to run and sing again, due to man's mindless strife

I promised to protect the children ever since that day
And always defend them against man's evil ways

And never ever forget her
That angel from above, or her simple message

LOVE.........

To me she was a moment of Spring, in a lifetime of endless Winter
She is but a dream..........

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