A valley echos
the haunting call.
Of Scotland pipes
with mournful cries.
For fallen brave,
still as winter's leaves.
Crumpled in the hands
of another's life.
Lasses weaping
in the rain.
Kissing frozen lips
a last good-bye.
Songs of birds
displaced by grief.
Bloodied banner
flies proudly high.
Victory bought
and sold for souls.
The day extinguished
like a gasping breath.
January 21, 2005 |
Submission Name: A Valley of Shadow
