The grasses flattened under silent feet;
The women hold their children close in fear;
The wind howls and the dogs whimper in pain
And men in shadow cause the world to quake.


A lantern falls, a shout is heard, and wind
blows frantic through the bending, moaning trees.
The grasses lift their blades to kiss the dew
That steely blades of men have caused to fall.

A woman stands in silence by the road,
is covered in the recent rain of blood.
And soon the rain of blood will course again
Upon the sheathing of the sword by she.

The sword is sheathed and now the pain is done
Or maybe it has only just begun.