No one notices the sky's perpetual gray, until you are
covered in ash and gunpowder.
Light is not welcome here, and yet the flames of
burning cities blaze a welcoming path.
Shallow graves and even
shallower hearts. . . .
You were only seventeen
when your role in this battle began.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
No one notices the sky's perpetual gray, until you are
covered in ash and gunpowder.
Light is not welcome here, and yet the flames of
burning cities blaze a welcoming path.
Shallow graves and even
shallower hearts. . . .
You were only seventeen
when your role in this battle began.
© Nicholas Laurent 12/31/10
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