The night her sable wings has spread
across this city of the dead.
The silver moon light shimmering
upon white gravestones glimmering.
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A very moving piece, eloquently stated. Certainly, there are victories in war, but there's always enough loss to go around for everybody, on all sides. As always, you have penned an excellent poem. Thanks Richard
Ivor, fantastic poem. The ultimate futility of war indeed. Great work here. Cheers Anita