Falling Like Rain
The Trees are silent now
Waiting for the spring once more
For though ‘tis only april
Its winter on the forest floor.
The dead lie still not waking,
Small mercy in this hour
Survived by those who mourn
The limits of their power
So many friends will not return
To share our drinks and tales
They fight the fight no longer
Their faces forever pale.
They’ll light the way no longer
No tears, no joy, no pain,
Ancestors bless my fallen friends
They still fall to you like rain.
In response to the Massacre at Rysarius, 1105
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(OC Author - Jez Lawrence)