Stone of Remembrance

Sixty winters and six long past

Carved my path into the stones

Weathered lines familiar to my touch

I know them deep within my bones

I have stood here so many times before

Tracing lines with aging hands

All that’s left is the desire for reclamation

Or the ability to forget

Once more for the days long past

Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost

I remember the breath of desolation

Sighing through the battlefields

With age came the heavy price of slaughter

I traded innocence for steel

Celtic steel

Seen in fragments, memories of the days

When all was simple, all was clear

When I was young the world was filled with wonder

No sorrow known, no hate or fear

So as I lay my hand upon the stone

I think of all of those I’ve lost

The lives I’ve stolen, the lives forever gone

The cost of battles lost or won

We will never reclaim

Those gilded days of old

But our fates are our own to weave

No destiny

No distant god

Once more for the days long past

Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost

I have reached the end

Only my deeds live on