What did we do when hope was lost?
When when troubles blew like a winter's frost?
Emotions ran deep, like anger and pain
Grief took hold and tears fell like rain.

Days were cold and hearts were hard
Wounds were dealt and souls were marred.
Death follows battle, like night does the day
When all hope was lost in the midst of the fray.

Loved ones are lost, but the battle was won,
Blood was split, so many have gone.

Darkness calls and light ultimately fades
And finally farewell we now bade.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Naught remains now, humanity not just.

Omg. I love this poem. The rhythm is so nicee.