The Smoke of Peace

The smoke of peace Blows over the sky Covering the night's Mystical moon.

The fires spread Across the church And onto the village.

My love. struck down By the fires Trapped inside Our village home. I watch from a distance As my loved ones burn In the fires of tragedy.

My heart forsaken By eternity, Faithlessness. Meaningless Without those I love Without someone to hold I might as well be dead. -Michael Kurt-