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 "
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