By theDarknightX
What ghosts do walk these hallowed hills
Their song of pain floats on the wind
Only Ereal can help these souls
Let angels hover about the trees
And Guard these men of yore
Kiss their cheeks and soothe their brow
Death shall be no more...
Where once the cry of battle reigned?
Who are these smoky misty phantoms
By whos blood this ground was stained?
Wchoring from the broken ridge
Calling for aid and comfort
But alas, the spans to wide to bridge.
Who have fallen at the line
Build no monument to these brave men
This gound be their eternal shrine.