Ghosts of War

Ghosts of War

Within the fog of did you see?

An old woman, made up to the nines

Can be seen in the corner of the non-believers eye

Purse in hand and a glass of wine

Waiting for a lover who never comes

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Just shadows on the wall,

Whispering names through

Spiders silk, the inheritors

Of this forgotten, debutants ball

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While Portraits glare at vacant laughter

An echoed waltz swirls

The embrace of loves decay

Images now jailed within the Crystal shards

Of a fallen chandelier

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A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,

This vigil Mask hiding immortality lost

Now broken and marking time,

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love lies lost in the barbed wire of war

Fallen stars to shine no more

Their Remembrance merging into darkness

Behind a cloudless sky

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Alone is the corpse in cratered field

Covered by poppies blood

Walked on by ghosts to come

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Another Whispered soul is roaming

The guns have left their post

And Peace is just an illusion

For yet another Flanders ghost

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This cruel winter’s night

The withered rose has lost its fragrance

The champagne has all gone flat

And love calls without an answer

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For silence is the memory

And it is we

Who walk hand in hand

With our ghosts of War?