As Smoke Shows On A Forlorn Sky Poem by Sergeant Sellsword

Lest we forget
we must remember
how a great fire was turned
into dying ember,
smoke shows on the forlorn sky.

Even the moon, so bright and white,
by the death was darkened,
as smoke shows on the forlorn sky.

Then the horsemen charge by, sabres raised, ready to die,
the canons sing the fatal tune,
then release their fiery plume,
as smoke shows on the forlorn sky.

The living lay among the dead
their hearts filled with dread.
Some lost their legs, some lost their head,
as smoke shows on the forlorn sky.

The willows swaying to and fry,
while the guns thunder and bullets fly by,
as wind blows to the sound of a war cry,
as smoke shows on a forlorn sky.

Beneath burning fields of wheat and rye,
the scorched earth will lie,
as smoke shows on the forlorn sky.

The doves, into the air they fly,
trying to escape the darkening sky.
Still then the hawk, lurking in shadows nearby,
flies to them, above the burning fields of rye,
and kills them all with but one try,
as smoke shows on the forlorn sky.

The cries of widows by and by,
for husbands that will return ni.
Above the celestial dome, above the sky.
as smoke shows on the forlorn sky.