A poem to the deceased

Life no longer walks across this once beautiful land

For everything that we once were is dead.

As the night sky cools our world

Your body did once twirl

Towards the ground out of control

And I believe on that day we all lost our role

Hope died when our words did fall

Screams came out but only echoed through empty halls.

For no matter what was said or how much was done

The nightmare we dreamed of played our minds for fun.

She has a name, yet none will speak it

For it has power to make her flit.

Moon hide her motives

For the sun would make us notice

The wickedness that comes behind those intentions

Yet none would dare mention

The truthfulness of it all

or else they too will fall.

Another body on top of an ever increasing stack

How far will this go before we ready our attack?