LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

The final red carpet,

Spilled with the blood of others,

Will be walked upon by our feet,

In silence, towards an unknown fate.

The shine that blinds the eyes,

Is the shadow of what remains,

Memories of futile battles,

Of all that the world has stripped away.

But, as we walk upon the blood,

We will feel the weight of pain,

Of those who came before us,

And left their cries.

Each step echoes the story,

Of lives that have faded away,

On soil stained with glory,

That promises did not reach.

We will be the last to tread

On this crimson and cold road,

And what will remain, in the end,

Will be the desire for new life.

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