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"Silence."
The earth is cold, Her skies are gray, And all has come to silence. The gleaming cities now are dull, The teeming streets are empty, All has come to silence. The seas are still, Their waves are dead, For all has come to silence. The forests rot, The deserts cool, All in them has come to silence. The highest bastions of men, That reach into the heavens, All have come to silence. It wasn’t very long ago, When earth was young and lively. But all has come to silence. Her stewards never stopped to think, Of hearth and home and future, So all has come to silence. The mushrooms flared, The moon came down, And all things fell to silence. "And Bloody Bloom the Flowers." A battle raged here long ago, And the many brave were scythed Now dead bones from the soil grow, And bloody bloom the flowers. A quarrel among the kings of old, O’er two now mold’ring towers Brought soldiers to this place to die. Now bloody bloom the flowers. These citadels were grand, I’m told, Connecting earth to sky But now their stones all scattered lie, And bloody bloom the flowers. The noise of war was loud that day, As sword cleaved helm and buckler. The lily white was stained with red. So, bloody bloom the flowers. The dead were many, the living few, The ground was turned to mud, The in-between’s grew greater still, As bloody bloomed the flowers. The carrion crows then had their feast Upon the dead and dying, The forsaken died, their bones disgraced And bloody bloom the flowers. The reaper laughed, his work half done By sword and axe and arrow. He gathered in the souls as wheat While bloody bloomed the flowers The Angels wept, the devils laughed, As each soul met his Maker, The Son took some, but could not all, As bloody bloomed flowers The bones are in the valley still Bleached white throughout the ages, The skulls all grin, as if to say, “Now bloody bloom the flowers!” Upon the mountainside this day, The lilies white are gleaming, But in the valley, since long ago, Here bloody bloom the flowers.
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