From the light's first flash in the blackened land

There stood an army grinning torch in hand

Horses charged on into shadow and dark

With homes lost to the wind and spark

Whispers and cries of shattered hearts and kin

With the boys minds in a constant spin

The mother grabbed her sons with a stride

Running towards the burning walls as she cried

As the smoke and flames peered into her eyes

Her legs fell burnt climbing over each rise

Broken footsteps halted on the gravel road

Fallen on the plains in the land she strode

The boys slept in their mother's embrace

Waking up to a sight they could never face

With her hair flying free in the broken land

They called her name, only to meet a cold hand