Quiet Street, Deep Dark, Haunting Sounds
Quiet street, deep dark, haunting sounds
On my feet, torch in hand, nothing found
Fighting cries, soldiers die, battleground
Move down the street, past all asleep, field found
No sight, dark of night, eerie feeling all around
Hear horses cry, blades collide, mud splash in bloody tide, death found
Smell burning piles, flesh in the wild, sparks hitting armour shields, these killing fields.
Moon beams shine, silhouettes of men and beasts who have died,
A slaughtered history cry of soldiers last night alive.....I have found.
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