In the silence of the midnight hour,
Echoes of battles fought and lost,
Shadows dance upon the walls,
Remnants of a hope once bright.

The cries of men, a distant song,
Carried by the winds of sorrow,
Each note a tale of love and loss,
In fields where dreams are buried.

Underneath the starlit sky,
Where whispers of war still linger,
Hearts once bold now tremble,
With memories of a peace long gone.

Yet within the darkest night,
A flicker of hope remains,
For even in the shadow of war,
The dawn of peace shall rise.