~ Author sits on floor, surronded by papers, notebooks, and a laptop; although at the moment she is unable to find a pen. She looks up and smiles.~
"Look! I got a new notebook! And since I had nothing to put in it at the time, I decided to write a poem. ~frowns~ But I still can't figure out what I meant. Oh well... It's somebody's reflections on war, but don't ask me who cause I don't know; however, I welcome any suggestions. Have fun, and as always, be a good little reader and review. Ja ne!"

Truth of the Matter

Silence shatters
As sirens wail
This path of destruction
Tells my own tale

It took only one before
The fabric of peace was torn
And sacrificed the innocence of five
For the entire world to scorn

The blood of millions
Shead for us all
Will save all of those
But the angels who fall

Along we can't stand
Divided we are nothing
We sacrificed our innocence
To end all your sufferring

The toil of five
Tears, blood, and sweat
Will deliver you all
Your fears shall be met

Death to the millions
Blood spilled in vain
Death to the five
Bleeding from pain

I am the Silence
The one whom all fear
The bringer of death
I slowly draw near

Found in the darkness
Hidden by a mask
Hidding from my cast of fate
This unavoidable task

Angel of mercy
Pray for me now
I come to you in the way
I only know how

Save me from death
Save me from life
Save me from silence
And all of this strife

An angel of silence
And child of war
I mend the fabric
That this hatred tore