All natures colours fade and blow away…

though winters womb is safe and warm,

faded tunics on battlefields, pink and grey…

beneath the walls of Hougoumont Farm.

Ploughed are the fields of soil and men…

where earth and blood like Lazarus rise.

that what has passed be born again,

beneath the lie of unchanging skies.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3vXS6sgBV4