• The windy, storm weather played against the dark and harsh landscape. The moon looked as pale as the dead my voice cracked as I sang a song for the dying and broken my heart dies with the wounded and dead. I sing to comfort but it only brings saddness I cry out to the sky screaming my song tears roll down my face as I think of the blood shed that was spelt on my behalf, I look around at the people that lay lifeless on the cold hard ground I run my fingers over their lifless faces countless faces. For being what I am it comes as a strange comfort to know that they cared to much to speed their lives inorder for me to keep mine but silently I know that their death was in vain. My life was already spent. Gone forever, gone but still there alive. My heart screamed as I lay silent on the ground as rain began to fall I look at the sky why did these men die for something I am not ? I walk around the bodies I knelt down by the body of boy who looked no older than 14 his eyes staring toward the sky unmoving, dead. I wished I was dead.my silent screams made no indent on the sound around me the wind blew stiffly. i am or i was a princess of these lifless forms now lay dead for my cause