burned villageschildren cryburned fieldsmothers diesmeared faces cryingthousands fell on battlefieldsstanding by my horsethe battered armor burtslaying on a clearingstaring at the cloudsfeeling down, down, downthoughts getting clearerlooking aroundseeing tears in my eyesglaring colourseverything shining from insidethey lead meback to harmonyleaving my sorrow back in my bodymoving towards a treedazzling, grining figure on a branchdangling with its legscurious light shapes teasing megiggling aroundthe grining figure tucking at my handpulling me through the woodtowards a city of lightfairies and other beeingsrushing to mefilling my heart with love and harmonynoticing a silver thread still leadingback to the sorrowthe growing desire to staylets the thread get thinner

 

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