A Peace Unknown

Simple words in silent shadow-spaces
Breathe the fire of horrors we could not bury deep enough…
Turn over, fire… char and dust.
So sad, the tiny voices
Creeping in and out of darkness,
Looking for a light
That might guide them home

And angry, angry
Angry at the world, at life and love
And all that makes this special…
Angry because they cannot hear the others.

Voices rising, blurring, building hearts of darkness…
Towers and walls and thick steel gates,
Protecting an empty throne,
A lost people… still building, still listening…
But all they hear are echoes


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