in the small hours of the dawn
whispers the forcoming
of the deaths we must mourn
the snow, drifting softly
through the latten afternoon
echos the mistakes
of the night, the stars and the moon
the snow, weeping danity
in the sparkling night
washes the memoirs
of the days heights
the snow, glittering ice
diminishing on the land
fall on the bodies
of life's marching band
the snow, melting dawn
through the eyes of agnels sawn
during the time of death and war
god has left us, forever more