Air stands still.
No one dares to move.
Dust motes drift slowly down.
A shaft of sunlight
Illuminating figures
Stopped in time.
Their faces cracked,
Gaunt and solemn.
Even though Nature's fierce powers
Have all but blown
Their features away.
Brave stone statues
They stand in battle.
Weapons raised high.
Blood shed and courage,
Loyalty and betrayal,
Melded together
In this cemetery of Time.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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