Crimson Star

Crimson Stars
Brighten the night
Many, do they fall
Whilst we fight.

As their dawn rises
The stars die down and from within
That blood red poppy arises

The flowers of that stars
Are used before
The honor worthy
Of those whom fell forever more

And whilst they wears that flower
They think of those whom have fallen
The brave and never did they cower

In that crimson starts wake
Only our despair reamains, alone
But now can we see
Peace is now prone.

The End

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