In the night <br />when moon's white <br />I see creatures <br />very bright... <br /> <br />And i delve deep <br />At length to peep <br />historic shadows <br />that make me weep.... <br /> <br />Shadows that had been <br />till yesterday seen <br />in God's glory <br />yet feared within.... <br /> <br />Wish I could fly <br />Above the sky <br />And meet the Creator <br />Who made them die....<br /><br />prashant shaurya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-118/
