She stands staring out to sea
But she’s blind to what is out there
She’s replaying her life history
And laying her soul bare
She feels the tears sting her eyes
Scared of where life’s bought her
She doesn’t see the summer sky’s
Only blood on the water
She thinks about the hopes she had
A family lost to war
Ideals once so ironclad
We’re not worth fighting for
The price paid was far to high
Overtaken by the slaughter
She’s no tears left to cry
Only blood on the water
The cliff edge beneath her feet
Waves breaking far below
Life that once tasted sweet
Burdened by deaths shadow
She knows the pain will not cease
That at least this life had taught her
She steps forwards to a final release
And her blood to the water
Copyright Tallisman 2022 All rights reserved
Category: Death
Who calls?
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Bloody battles in fields once green
Ghosts of warriors walk unseen
Through rivulets of the fallen blood
Where ancient evils once withstood
In moonlight shadows on castle walls
Who calls?
Who calls?
The castle stands in older realms
A place where history overwhelms
Fought over by warring lords
With men of steel and dripping swords
Steeped in death from bloody brawls
Who calls,
who calls?
Of those who came for blood to spill
Most of these remain here still
The castle built upon their bones
Endless death for distant thrones
Buried now beneath these walls
Who calls?
Who calls?
Through these ancient stone built halls
Along the lichen coated walls
Feel the ache of long passed souls
Trapped now in their tormented roles
Through their bones feel eternity crawl
They call..