24 June 2012
The vibrating cords… Like the strings on a guitar Singing their last song.
Tremolant discords Signals death’s final moment Lingering hope, stilled.
In the knights void orbs… Reminiscences, the thrill Withering away.
Glints, evanescent… At the icy hands of death Of, mortals at war
Gallant knights at heart Their stench of decay lingers Weakening senses.
Though they are no more Their faces still haunt us, all. The contemplation;
By loved ones, echo. Homeward bound, never will they. Oh! Perils of war!
Silence Tremolo! At homes, in hearts, far and wide! Peace. Let the lights dim
In the last hour… Life antiquated, by death, At the hands of war.
War Tides • Opuss № I