Mourned

Deserts of silence are viscous
Efforts and breathes
Will be forever here -
Beyond the rote bones,
Sanked in swamps

Asleep in damned marches
Now only gnarled branches
Where proud banners once were…
Forgotten but not desecrated
In dormant dream
Mourned by birds

And twilight wind…
Once full of life in
Cold stillness now.
Once sharp, blades was rusted,

Untiring anger in oblivion now.
Someone is cursed by eternal light
Someone is cursed by unending cry
On dark paths of past…
Cursed by hopelessness.