The fallen will rise from beneath your crimson cloak – Symbol of Remembrance and Hope.
Lying deep in the soil, hidden, unbidden, With nothing to spoil your Sleep. Years pass. Decades creep. You Slumber, waiting… waiting for the Call. To the
Burst, the Heave, the Whistle and scream, The shake, The flash, the Plough of a Thousand grenades.
Earth swells. Mud dries and cracks. Finger-like Fissures form. You rise tall where others have Fallen – a pall, a shroud, a cloudy Sea of blood. You toss your heads and The fallen are borne aloft on your crimson cloak – Symbol of Remembrance and Hope.