I fade in a terrible scream
Once feeble and far
Now forceful and present

It prevails all around
Ensnaring these years
In a whirlwind of blood
Of lunacy and death

Farewell to the meek
Succumbed to soon
To its murdering lows
In the path of its scorn

I’ll surely receive
Their despairing eyes
From beyond the fray
In a fog of remorse