Ode to the Fallen

Oh, marvellous light  
Your glory bright  
That once shone where  
The poppies grew.  

Such precious lives
Lie buried low  
In Flanders Fields  
Where daffs now grow.  

Old bones rest on
Their souls long gone      
Hold in mind      
Of what went wrong.

They had their dreams
But blooded scenes
In wars fought hard
Left bloodshed scars.       

Their lives so lost
Youth, dreams, hope, love
All now resting
In realms above.

So now residing
In Heaven blessed
In enchanted light
They reminisce.