Band of Brothers: Hinc illa lacrimae
Title: Hinc illa lacrimae
Author: liz038 and miss_foxie
Fandom: Band of Brothers - Poetry
Pairing: None
Rating: PG for bloody theme.
Word Count: 240
Warnings: Bloody theme.
Notes: This isn't really a fanfic - more like a poem Jov and I wrote last year, back in Feb. 2005. Inspired by the TV series, Band of Brothers.
The skies were dark and barren,
The fields were white and cold,
Our strength waned with each passing day,
Each committed to their own thoughts.
How then should we summon the strength,
To smile, to live, to exist,
For another day? Come streaming the light
That should blind us all to darkness.
The same tears over and over,
The darkness always here,
Our desires just out of reach,
Our hopes always farther there.
Battles and death, hate and fear,
Therefore these tears of pain,
Our blood runs, hot rivers of red,
Spilled crimson upon the soil.
Frozen tears as here we wait
The moonlight resilient overhead
Shells shrieking loudly illuminating,
Hearts hardening for the kill.
The wind whistling among the clouds,
As shadowed stars strive to show,
Yet still we despair,
Here we crouch, hiding with the dirt.
The bittersweet sun rises above us,
Day after day, again and again,
Hearkening to hope within us,
Hold on for one day more.
And now we wonder,
What is there left to live for?
Friends have gone, sweethearts betrayed,
No one left to remember who we were.
Can we ever live a life - One
Without this pain and fear?
Will these tears ever cease to fall?
When will this darkness clear?
Yet even when all hope feels lost,
We hold all still ours to give.
We await a time for a rebirth of life
And only then will we brothers
Be free.
Author: liz038 and miss_foxie
Fandom: Band of Brothers - Poetry
Pairing: None
Rating: PG for bloody theme.
Word Count: 240
Warnings: Bloody theme.
Notes: This isn't really a fanfic - more like a poem Jov and I wrote last year, back in Feb. 2005. Inspired by the TV series, Band of Brothers.
The skies were dark and barren,
The fields were white and cold,
Our strength waned with each passing day,
Each committed to their own thoughts.
How then should we summon the strength,
To smile, to live, to exist,
For another day? Come streaming the light
That should blind us all to darkness.
The same tears over and over,
The darkness always here,
Our desires just out of reach,
Our hopes always farther there.
Battles and death, hate and fear,
Therefore these tears of pain,
Our blood runs, hot rivers of red,
Spilled crimson upon the soil.
Frozen tears as here we wait
The moonlight resilient overhead
Shells shrieking loudly illuminating,
Hearts hardening for the kill.
The wind whistling among the clouds,
As shadowed stars strive to show,
Yet still we despair,
Here we crouch, hiding with the dirt.
The bittersweet sun rises above us,
Day after day, again and again,
Hearkening to hope within us,
Hold on for one day more.
And now we wonder,
What is there left to live for?
Friends have gone, sweethearts betrayed,
No one left to remember who we were.
Can we ever live a life - One
Without this pain and fear?
Will these tears ever cease to fall?
When will this darkness clear?
Yet even when all hope feels lost,
We hold all still ours to give.
We await a time for a rebirth of life
And only then will we brothers
Be free.