For the Heroes of Peltarch
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Under the cover of night, sheets of parchment appear pinned to the sides of buildings, and on the doors of the citizenry.
"War Song"
The rapid rhythm of life disturbed
Threat of conflict come to kill me
A symphony of frightening sounds
Harmonies of war with fear fill meMan’s passionate greed for power
Death and destruction’s driving beat
Countless carelessly destroyed
By anger’s avenging and burning heatRage and rush of battle
Sounds of metal hitting bone
Another soul’s lost chance
To see their children grownIron swords invade the body
Blood from marrow spilling
Crimson creeping into the ground
Coloring the grass from killingThe rumbling sounds of struggle
A fight to reach high and stay alive
The prized one or two moments longer
One that contains a lifetime or fiveA single last chance at solitude
To feel your child in your arms
One more precious chance
To savor your lover’s charmsLife slips away silently into memory
Pausing to see who was left behind
Several souls pray that somehow
Hope returns to the sorrowful mindBut finally calm has come to claim me
Desperately inhale sweet life long and deep
Close my eyes from the world
Feel the fear and anger finally sleepPowerful Passion
Jubilant Joy
The love of life
Let them fill me.Those who gave their own life
Allowed our lives to go on
We owe our priceless gift
To those who died and are goneI have not much of value
To me no precious jewels belong
But to them I give them this…
My heart’s war songFor the Heroes.
Those who have fallen
And those who continue to survive.
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…For Victory
As daylight returns
The fires of hope still burn
Crawl through darkened light
Sickened by the mournful sight
Tears fall from eyes
Not sure what has been done
Sorrow creeps throughout my soul
All is lost, none have wonThe battle smoke remains
Begin to feel the pain
Alone now stagger on
Unsure how it begun
Through time war previals
Thoughts fears cast aside
Face the consequence alone
With honour - valour - prideAs fire fills the sky
We once believed in life
Now time to die
…For VictoryNow in deaths glory
Mans final destiny
The final price to pay
...For Victory"They shall not grow old
As we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them
Nor the years condem.
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them."
"We will remember them"((Had to share this song even though I missed most of the war. It's brilliant.))
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Lucia walks past one of the songs, then standsa and reads it over, a silent tear coming to eyes. Quickly she takes down a copy, folds it up and puts it into her bodice. Then hastly leave the place to find the ruins of her home