Misty Dreaming

Another night of old terrors!!

Misty dreaming with the Raven

of Night upon my shoulder,

speaking of all life that has died

and of all the death that has been

lived.

Where have you gone my Scouts,

my friends, my brothers?  Why am

I alone in my return from where

none can ever return?

I no longer weep for myself, I weep

for all that have seen the horror.

I see more clearly now, for in

silence there is a vast echo of

screaming…and gunfire…and dying

men…dying friends!

How can I be here and almost always

there?

© Charles Schwiderski

'All Through the Night' Sequenced by Barry Taylor