34: Poems of Another World (Memories of the Flame)

A memoir poem from another world about a slave recalling the war crimes they suffered at the hands of their conquerors.

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Banners of An'tia had burned

Here, where the river's color turned

We have mourned and still we have cried

Mother, spare me those who have died

And steal me from the truth I learned.

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How terribly the shadows churned

Of the gift surrender had earned

Here, where only ghosts now abide

Banners of An'tia had burned

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Fathers to the meadows returned

And children to the slavers sterned

The fires left nowhere to hide

The shadows were dark where we lied

Here where bodies on sticks had gurned

Banners of An'tia had burned.