Death has marked this holy place <br />With stains as black as night. <br />Woe has crept across the stars and plucked them out of sight <br />Colours fade into grey and love has lost its spell <br />The grave stone reads in poppy fields, this is where they fell. <br />A forgotten face in a solitary place no happiness doth dwell there <br />The hills are swarmed in crimson plants, monument to their despair.<br /><br />James Sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-elegy-for-the-poppies-in-flanders-fields/
