Who weeps for the faithful

by punk

Who weeps for the faithful
Their blood spilled
Undrunk by the black earth
Hands clutching at passing airs
Who knows their words
Last uttered amid raindrops
And the dying dews
Reclaimed too soon by winds
Their names are lost to the tongue
Echoed no more by mountains
And their stony countenance
Nor admired by storm clouds
come to cleanse the field
To cover her in her nakedness
Devoured by prying eyes
Who taking pen in hand

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