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Ghosts of War

By: steven cooke

Page 1, We sometimes forget that the casualties of War are not just on the Battlefield?

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

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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

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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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