Poem: Weep for the Sons of Atlantis
My voice is silent
My tears are gone
My beautiful boys
They are no more
The call to arms
Echoed long and clear
And off they marched
With heroic cheers
Took up their swords
Their shields, their helms
And left to fight
In forgotten realms
We who stayed
To tend the fires
Our lives went on
But our souls, they cried
For the shining smiles
Of our little boys
Gone forever
On bloody shores
The hearth is warm
The bread is baked
The butter churned
The thirst is slaked
But cold our arms
And dry our eyes
We who mourn
Beneath lavender skies