Dapplong sun through the trees
Casting sunlight and shade
On this autumn day.
Silence pierced by sounds of birds
An autumn spring song the sweetest heard.
Yet somewhere near
Not too far,
Evil does lurk
In someplace dark.
Feel the chilled edge breeze
That does its best to unsettle me
This place among the trees and undergrowth
Within this wood has seen man’s deeds.
A place where death is no unknown
From centuries before, now overgrown
The wood hides these secrets deep beneath
It’s loamy soil and fallen leaves.
Yet in this preternatural silence
Faintly I hear the screams of violence
I hear the weeping of despair
Of the families of the lost who died there.
Menacing and sad this is
I take a walk remembering everything
And now amazed by the peace that now dwells here
Gone indeed is all the fear.
Maybe this is how all this earth will one day be
A place of beauty, grace and peace.
fauxcroft 
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