Phantoms Of Dusk

• William Scott-murphy, Grade 8, SCECGS Redlands
• Poetry
• 2015

Excellence Award in the 'Read Write Repeat 2015' competition

The phantoms of dusk, The archangel's flight.
The sound of the guns, In the dark of the night.

The bitter tuned harp, Played a melody so.
As the field of red poppies, Continued to grow.

All of the men, Now silenced in red.
The sea ever growing, Each man dead.

Death brings us fear, And the fear gives us strength.
As the last of us standing, Add to it, a length.

But the fear overcomes, The fear overflows.
The fear always does, As everyman knows.

The ghosts of our men, That fought a great fight.
The beating of hearts, In the dead of the night.