Echoes of Battles

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

Dust devils dance on forgotten fields
Where steel met bone, and life concealed
Beneath the earth, a silent scream
Echoes of battles, a haunting dream

Echoes of battles, whispering low
Of heroes fallen, long ago
A mournful cadence, carried on the breeze
Through shattered stone and rustling trees

Crimson stains upon the ancient ground
Where victory's flag was never found
Just broken hearts and souls adrift
A price for power, a tragic gift

Echoes of battles, whispering low
Of heroes fallen, long ago
A mournful cadence, carried on the breeze
Through shattered stone and rustling trees

I hear the clash, the cannons roar
The desperate cries from days of yore
A weight of history, heavy on my soul
Will peace ever mend this gaping hole?

The river flows, a somber tide
Reflecting faces, side by side
Both victors and vanquished, in watery graves
Forever bound by the land that saves
And damns their names

Echoes of battles, whispering low
Of heroes fallen, long ago
A mournful cadence, carried on the breeze
Through shattered stone and rustling trees

Listen closely, you can hear them still
The echoes fading on the lonely hill
A warning whispered, on the wind so free
Lest we forget the cost of liberty.
Echoes... fading... eternally.