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Valley of Black

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Over the hill, ‘neath the old oak tree
Drowns a forgotten fable in a tar black sea
Over the hill lies a valley of black
Where many now venture, but few once came back

A clatter of swords and a losing life
Wails of misery, grief, and strife
Some will fall and some will rise
Some will go back to their daily lives
Dawn a new day or fall a new night
Heroes will be felled doing what’s right

A young boy honored, no more than sixteen
Laid to to rest in a patch of peaceful green
A young girl gunned down as she ran with supplies
There is only black and white in war’s eyes
Statues are built, memorials wrought
Remember the day that these heroes fought

But time will pass and bring with it
The kiss of memory’s losing lips
Over the hill, ‘neath the old oak tree
Horror battles serenity
Innovation pursues, there are rights to be bought
‘Neath the tree is planted a parking lot
I wrote this a few months ago (5/29/13). It isn't about any war in particular, but specifically not a very big one, and one that ended up not making much of a difference. It's more about the idea that hundreds of stories have taken place beneath your feet, even in a grocery store parking lot.
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sevenofeleven's avatar
Good stuff.

Every place has a past even if the memorials do not last.
Way back when they had a history when now we just see a mystery.