As darkness falls from Heaven’s Door,
Lend your ear my friend once more.
Hear the whispers, screams and growls.
Hark the sound, a ghostly howl.
Above the noise of engines churning,
Beneath the hearts of soldiers yearning.
The black cloaked vultures far ahead,
Come to claim the living dead.
Inside the ruins crumbled stone,
The final sleep so far from home,
The hearts filled up with fear and hate,
Waiting on their chosen fate.
As the bombs begin to fall,
Time it seems begins to crawl.
But far too soon their contact make,
No hope to find, no Mercy’s sake,
The cruel explosions with no end,
As each man dies just like his friend.
And now the bodies broke and splintered,
Turning cold as darkest winter.
The winds sweep through the barren ash,
The waves against the shoreline crash.
The Heroes laid out on the earth,
No one to cheer them or their worth.
While politicians scheme and plot,
Across the seas the young men rot.
Who will recall that blood-drenched day,
That happened in the month of May?