Do you remember when the world seemed bright?
When you could spend the afternoon among the willows,
Feeling nothing but the breeze between your toes,
And the sunshine on your face?

Where have the forests gone that I so loved?
Ash, soot and blackened ground are all your barren face now show.
Where was the sweet zephyr that caught the breeze of the blossoms,
Flowing my hair like water round my body
Sweet nature's laughter,
Rustle in the trees.

Life blotted out in a stain of blood,
Is all that we've become.
Can you sleep for the screams of the innocent filling every day and
night?
I still see my hands stained red,
Visions against my eyes in my sleep...what little sleep there is, is
never rest.
Rest - what a word?
Does it even exist anymore?

Rest is but a grave now, your body broken on the roadway
Your head bleeding and your memories flooding
Peace only in your dying moments,
As thoughts of those you who have loved and lost consume your
consiousness

Takes us as we crumble to dust,
One with the ash, one with the blood,
One with all our friends who are now gone,
Shattered.
Obliterated.
Useless.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Lanosian, in the year 127 MA.