In scarlet robes recall the days of war,
The sacrifice you made in blood and gore,
No doubts were voiced, your cause for nations' right,
The haunting risk of death that you ignore.
In crimson fields where battles sealed your plight,
The poppies bloom remembrances in sight,
Of bodies laid to waste, now graves remain,
The white of stone echoes against sunlight.
The land still marked by lifeless bloody stain,
As winds that grieve the pain of loss explain,
Across the tears of time your whispers clear,
They pray that death will join us once again.
My thoughts cascade in lucid carmine fear,
To days of war, I could not hold you near.
In promises of years like once before,
I can't forget for you were much too dear
Adding your comment:
maralisa
