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A Dream Called Erelah

I awake with the sweat of a distant dream....

Thinking of what I'd seen
Remembering what was in my mind's eye
Such sad, sad thoughts of a time gone by

I remember the heat of the desert and the 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
and 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 can 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
As days become weeks, 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're elevated into the air
Nap-of-the-earth quickly, mountains, valleys pass by fast
Distant souls burning, we ascend upon the village at last

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

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

A familiar door, one I passed through many times before
Reluctantly I peer in, and to my great sadness I'd see
Little Erelah laying by her mother, still deep within a "dream"

But from this "dream" she'll not awake, nor shall she ever play
Both her innocence and life were taken

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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