Ash of War

******This old post deserves another posting, I tried to convey the tragedy of war and is hauntingly reflecting of current world affairs; ...'Where once stood great Love' is my favourite line; the word 'once' is given emphasis towards the insanity of intentional destruction, and a once beautiful place is forgotten and lost forever. I think the last line and the idea of rebuilding from war's destruction is the notion that its best to evolve past the whole possibility of war, so that the rebuilding is permanent...****** 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 from their ashes, " Let us rebuild what war has claimed "