Haunted Sky

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

Beneath the haunted sky, where the shadows weave and sigh, 
A warrior walks alone, with memories that never die. 
His armor bears the weight of battles lost and won, 
Each step a heavy echo of the dreams that came undone. 

Oh, haunted sky, weep for the fallen, 
For every tear that’s shed, there’s a story calling. 
In the silence of the night, hear their whispers cry, 
The ghosts of ancient warriors beneath the haunted sky. 

Once he stood with honor, his heart a blazing fire, 
But fate’s cruel hand has turned his hope to cold desire. 
With every clash of steel, he felt his spirit fray, 
As comrades turned to shadows in the light of fading day. 

Oh, haunted sky, weep for the fallen, 
For every tear that’s shed, there’s a story calling. 
In the silence of the night, hear their whispers cry, 
The ghosts of ancient warriors beneath the haunted sky. 

He remembers their laughter, like echoes in the mist, 
The promises of glory that fate cruelly dismissed. 
Now he wanders through the ruins of a life he can’t reclaim, 
Each stone a silent witness to the price of endless fame. 

With a heart full of sorrow, he gazes at the stars, 
Each one a flickering memory of battles fought with scars. 
The wind carries their voices, a haunting lullaby, 
As he kneels in reverence beneath the haunted sky. 

Oh, haunted sky, weep for the fallen, 
For every tear that’s shed, there’s a story calling. 
In the silence of the night, hear their whispers cry, 
The ghosts of ancient warriors beneath the haunted sky. 
 
As twilight fades to darkness, and shadows start to blend, 
He feels their presence near him; they are more than just the end. 
In the depths of his sorrow, he finds a flicker of light, 
For though they’re lost to time, their spirits shine so bright. 

Oh, haunted sky, forever you will mourn, 
For every brave soul lost and every heart that’s torn. 
In the tapestry of legends where their memories lie, 
They live on in the whispers beneath the haunted sky.