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We sometimes forget that the casualties of War are not just on the Battlefield?

Submitted:Feb 25, 2012    Reads: 40    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

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


Just shadows on the wall,

Whispering names through

Spiders silk, the inheritors

Of this forgotten, debutants ball


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


A tear of Woman wears mourning face well,

This vigil Mask hiding immortality lost

Now broken and marking time,


love lies lost in the barbed wire of war

Fallen stars to shine no more

Their Remembrance merging into darkness

Behind a cloudless sky


Alone is the corpse in cratered field

Covered by poppies blood

Walked on by ghosts to come


Another Whispered soul is roaming

The guns have left their post

And Peace is just an illusion

For yet another Flanders ghost


This cruel winter's night

The withered rose has lost its fragrance

The champagne has all gone flat

And love calls without an answer


For silence is the memory

And it is we

Who walk hand in hand

With our ghosts of War?


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