Footsteps Erased by the Wind

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

I walked these hills when stars still burned with fire,
Now silence swallows every name, every spire.
The wind remembers what no one will say -
We were here… then blown away.

Cold steel sky on a frozen plain,
Echoes scream where the dead remain.
Boots once marched through blood and flame,
Now only dust knows each soldier's name.

Banners torn by the northern gale,
Memories burn like a dying trail.
No stone to mark where brothers fell -
Just snow that sings their farewell knell.

They said we'd rise, they said we'd stand,
But time forgets with a ruthless hand.
No hymns are sung, no prayers released -
Only the wind… and silence… and peace.

Footsteps erased by the wind,
Souls in the storm, where shadows begin.
No grave to hold what the earth won't keep,
Just whispers lost in the endless deep.
We fought, we bled, we gave our all -
Now ghosts dissolve at twilight’s call!

A mother waits with a photo worn,
Her son’s last letter, tattered and torn.
She calls his name to the empty air,
But thunder answers with hollow glare.

The fields lie fallow, the rivers run red,
Not from rain - but from tears unsaid.
History writes with a cruel disguise,
And truth decays beneath false skies.

They said we’d live in song and stone,
But even legends die alone.
No laurels grow on forgotten graves -
Just wind that howls through silent waves.

Footsteps erased by the wind,
Souls in the storm, where shadows begin.
No grave to hold what the earth won't keep,
Just whispers lost in the endless deep.
We fought, we bled, we gave our all -
Now ghosts dissolve at twilight’s call!

I hear them calling through crackling flame -
Voices rising without a name.
“Remember us!” the void implores,
But silence locks the ancient doors.

The wind may steal our mortal trace,
But not the fire in time and space.
Though buried deep beneath the sand -
Our hearts still beat… in your command.

So let the tempest take my tread,
Let frost consume the words I’ve said.
But if you listen… close… and bend…
You’ll hear me roar - before the end.

FOOTSTEPS ERASED BY THE WIND!