I watch the firery embers dim and cool
The hearts grow cold and still.
Scattered souls and empty dreams
Cover endless fields in an unearthly sense of hopelessness.

Dreams were shattered his eve,
And no longer possess a dreamer to satisfy.
Loves were lost, and not only loves of the heart.
The very love of life itself was forgotton this eve.
I know not of the truth
Yet I only remain in question how such a precious gift could be so mercilously thrown away...

And they know not of the fear!
The cold, ripping fear that surrounds us.
It is greater now than ever before.
Did they know fear whilst they destroyed?
Did they truly feel this myriad of wrenching pains?
But how could they...
If one possesses no such love of our gift of life,
Would they even flinch at it's departure?
Again, I can only blindly grope for the truth,
And although the fear of loss is great
The fear of the uncovering a horrible reality is greater.
What waits at the end of this seemingly endless quest
May cause the chaos to broaden.

I am alone.
Not a breath besides my own disrupts the deadly silence.
Seconds stretch to years as my mind screams in a voiceless terror.
And all I can do is wait...
Wait for the war to reach its end.
*I will stay here for eternity*
I tell my aching heart.
I will remain here always so that the fate of those I have loved shall never stretch its knarled hands around my throat.

But someday I suppose I'll find need to speak.
Someday, perhaps, others will desire to hear my tale of anxiety.
Someday, I beseech of the gods, this sport of death and snatching lives will at last be ceased.

Dreams were shattered this eve,
But perhaps someday those dreams will be dicovered once again...
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I know, a bit sappy, but what the who, review anyway!