Shouldn'T Have Come

descending from the midnight stars.... through a path enlightened by a merry gleam... walked in he through a childhood dream... into what thoughts,what world of screams... and faces stared down upon...their eyes spoke a strange suspicion... one presence too alien,for an age old vision... few hopes too high for a broken nation... his first steps, i do remember.. through falling leaves of a trembling faith... and through my silent secret's chamber.. along with voices versing wraith... with every step my boy grew older.. his senses numb, his feelings colder.. with every death of a friendly soldier... burned my boy,but was left to smolder....