Anthem For The Souls Unseen Poem by Alexander Romanov

While life yet courses weakly through our veins,
Amidst the frosted fields where blood congeals,
In memories of love that time disdains,
And labor's yoke that grinds us 'neath its wheels;
Our tattered sleeves bear marks now turned to dust—
Faint echoes of a banner stained by sin.
Oh, were we fools who saw what skies entrust,
And watched the clouds instead of wars within.

The soul, a wounded bird with shattered wing,
Enmeshed within the thorny vines of hope,
Ascends with pain above the sorrows cling,
Above the shrouds where mourners blindly grope.
Our bodies blend with earth, a silent scream,
Like milk that's spilled upon the thirsty ground;
So brief our chance to glimpse the fleeting dream,
To see the clouds without the battle's sound.

Beneath the specter of impending doom,
In yearning just to feel the sun's embrace,
We shed the tears of those not yet in bloom,
Their future lost within our own disgrace.
Forgive us for the courage we betrayed,
For grief as deep as trenches filled with strife;
We mourn beneath the clouds that slowly fade,
And bear the weight of war upon our life.