I remember
The day of smoke and blood
When bodies and ash
rained from the sky.
I remember
the day men held innocence hostage,
judged it guilty,
and executed it
-death by hellfire.
I remember
the ground shaking
as buildings crumbled,
and all wore shades of gray.
Death colors us all the same.
But I remember
how Courage walked the streets
and flew through the air
and heroes were born
and they gave us hope,
though some died
and we cried for their sacrifice.
Most of all,
I remember the silence
as the world mourned,
and strangers comforted
others in the streets as compassion,
not fear,
brought us all together
as one.
The Well Tempered Bards 