when everything else fails

An Elegy for the Fallen

dispel all the darkness in your eyes
wipe all the tears you tried to cry
your heart is not feeling any more
embrace the numbness as you fade

on this cruel morning autumn winds blow
as leaves fall on your unmarked grave
your name shall not be called anymore
embrace the forgotten as you fall

sacred moments of candlelight memories
burned as flames faded with smoke
incense heavy spells snared souls
icy cold as mist drained the blood

as our rolling fate became clear
the end was reached but was end nevermore
a cruel game of chance played wild
we all hung our heads in shame

as the dusk drew near
we embraced the mist covered shades of fear
dewdrops icy cold dripped on the scorched earth
the last of the fallen were rising again

as the dawn was called
we embraced illusions of the beaten
blood dripped to quench molten fires of pain
the last ones were laid fallen again

this emptiness blurred our vision
muted summons faded in the autumn winds
dreams of forlorn hope was our mission
as our last drops of life dripped bare

wipe all the mist on your pale body
drape in moss you loved to embrace
your soul is not breathing anymore
embrace the coldness as you die

a fable i remember in your cadence
as fading memories weaken my last hold
now hold no more and release your breath
you was nobody but a pawn of prophecy


One response

  1. crownlessxx

    this looks like of loosing a war..and what misery that would put soldiers who fought it in ..it’s all disgrace and loss and agony of losing what you craved for but the last part of the poem suggests that the war is something that not everyone fights in it longs for but something they are made to do so they are only a part of it ..it’s all being constructed of them ..soldiers fall and rise new souls are born the war goes on …this has been happening for quite a sometime and will manage to continue for centuries as well ..same happens to the side that win after all war is fought and won but those little parts that made it a whole have lost something in some ways ..but who could remember the those little pieces who bled for greater good their elegy is silently sung in every heart that continue with life after it ..
    nice poem sameera i really liked this one lol

    December 1, 2008 at 5:51 am

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