This is one that was particularly fun to write. It was dark at the time, and my neighbors had the light on in one of their windows on the second floor, so that was kinda the jump off, if that's what you call it, for this one. Please remember to review!

What have our fathers left behind for us?

Battered blades and wilted roses,

Fallen stars and empty homes,

A lingering spirit that lights the candle,

And leaves the flame to burn;

A silence that pierces through the night,

And bids the wolves to feed;

A shadow deep inside your eyes,

And a never-ending snow;

Final farewells that shouldn't have been said,

A burden too great to bear,

A single teardrop of blood that runs down your cheek,

And a memory that,

From time to time,

Slips through the cracks of your sanity,

And dares you to eternally sleep.