The Fallen by MILITARYMAN
As the myst did lift on the morning breeze
And ten thousand eyes first met
A sense of fear swelled in their hearts
For all new by the sunset
The moon would come to claim the dead
As the victors drink and feast
Her silver light shimmers on the fallen
Like silver tears she weeps
But for those who fought and died so well
With honour courage and glory
Ask not for pitty or silver tears
But for sons to tell their story
See they long to sit with belly full
With love ones being merry and gay
But they chose to fight
For there king and there crown
And the ultimate price they did pay
Now they lie where they fell
Bloodspatterd and torn
Amongst freinds and foes alike
See soldiers are men
Who in life choose to fight
But in death they embrace
They unite.
God bless the dead
Long live the brave
We shall remember
The fallen
Dedicated to all men of war past and present by MM
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