let the silence be
the noise
in your early mornings
filled with smoke,
subtle noises from homes,
and dry leaves lying against
the ground.

You hear the howling at a
distance by the wild hounds;
the hands filled with soil,
clothing went ***** by
dust and coal.

A man dies with regrets
and charges
But the faith of everyone
never changes
The foes come forth,
escaping the barriers
towards the north.
A morning of soon
destruction and terror.