Motionless
Between the clouds,
The afternoon,
Has finished in,
A golden swoon.
The sun looks down,
From quiet skies,
To where a deathly,
Quiet lies.
And corpse to corpse,
All motionless,
The dead men wait for,
The wind's caress.
And now at last,
The wind laments,
It's evening anthem,
For the dead.
The afternoon,
Has finished in,
A golden swoon.
The sun looks down,
From quiet skies,
To where a deathly,
Quiet lies.
And corpse to corpse,
All motionless,
The dead men wait for,
The wind's caress.
And now at last,
The wind laments,
It's evening anthem,
For the dead.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this when my english teacher told us to write about the first world war so sorry if it's a bit depressing.