HHNewkirk

The waves pound out their age-old rhythm The stars and moon shine down As they have for years beyond reckoning But tonight they are different Tonight They are drums for the dead Red is the tide Red is the sand Scarlet-stained, Sacrifice Tangled wire, brutal steel Trapping torn bodies beneath the waves Rocked in the current, a cold embrace in the dark night Blood in the water Eyes stare without sight Cold flesh and pale skin Unseeing Unfeeling The royal isle weeps for her lost children The northern land wails her loss The red white and blue bows her head Mourning her fallen sons Their cries echo on the wind A cold wind Blowing across the s