A great mist descended upon the world’s shoulders, harbouring a whispered name
There I stood in the stillness and white caught in its forgotten pain
No man-made sound could be heard across the earth
No shouts, no calls, a great smog so tall eclipsed the turf
I felt I belonged in a dream, obscuring the mind’s seams
A sound came from the east to meet my ears like quickened feet
The knell of a battleground once heard
Fell into my mind like a curse
I swam in the enormity of it
My view once so clear, now became so opaque
I felt my spirit cool, my feelings strong
Thinking of what had come and gone
I was transported to a time before,
Journeying into forgotten lore
By S.J.H. Fawcett
Parisian Poetry 