It's one of my own, called Remains. And it is copyrighted.
The deeds of great men are soon forgotten
nothing remains but rotted stones and decaying leaves
Rain through the ages erases all memories
and the years fly by endlessly without a sound
The din of tragic battles and the blood that was shed
fades quickly to no more than a whisper
and an unintelligible stain, leaving questions unanswered;
No one is left to voice a response
The bleak sun illuminates the myriad graves
that are now the home of our heroic fallen
The timbre of their voices and their deeds
now ghosts on the frigid wind
And so soon we shall, not only forget,
but be forgotten, as no one is left to remember
The stories will grow taller and contain less truth
then finally disappear altogether
The wars we wage, and the riches we plunder
will burn to ashes and blow away
Whatever is accomplished will be undone
and nothing, even a remnant, will remain
2007-08-11
11:47:15
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The_Cricket: Thinking Pink!
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