Narration One

Autumn, 1999...

Another summer gently fades into winter... another season slipped from my grasp...
All Hallow's Eve, the fabled day of the dead...
Restless, I search for answers...
For a last glimmer of hope, which only the dying truth will reveal...
The dead speak through my pen, tales of past grandeur, of purpose, victory and life...
For it is the dead who truly know the secrets of life...
Theirs is a song of lament, of unrest, of aching vengeance...
They who gave their life for truth, unnamed, but not forgotten...
But, a cruel moon rises over the horizon of our enemies defeat...
And in the twilight of their absurdity, our destinies meet amidst the blood of change...
A spark in the darkness of our battle, to rage into a scorching fire...
Solemnly through the doors to a new era...
Where the Sunless Dawn forever does shine...
Forever illuminating the brave sons and daughters of our struggle...
Lighting their deeds and deaths through history to come...
As a vanguard of memories, of our days in this miserable war...
Onward I search, through the unlit halls of life and death...
Onward toward truth, until the last, blessed, fatal breath...


Poetry