In the space between moments
Eerie calmness slowly descends,
As a lone voice delivers silence.
Scathing wounds no one mends,
The spirit of vengeance grows tense....
Roaring winds begin to rise,
Sweeping down upon vulture wings.
I see the blackness in the eyes,
And the melody of death now sings....
Molten fury taken to the sky,
As a fiery tempest rips the night.
Beginning as the devil's sigh,
Progressing into a whirlwind flight....
Innocence is cruelly shattered,
Drowning in a blood laced wave.
Coherent thoughts are scattered,
We know we cannot be saved....
Blinding pain quickly strikes,
Surging through our tattered souls.
Destroying old and young alike,
Enraged anger now taking it's toll....
Now settled is the choking dust,
And scarlet streams washed away.
Like most, this was a war unjust,
Within us the scars will forever stay....
"To be great is to be misunderstood...." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
[This message has been edited by Alwye (edited 11-19-1999).]