And the sound, it started in the cemetary on the last hill at the farside, where the moon hangs low thats where the ending began The sound, barely audible was the sound so quiet that at first only the wolves could hear it they cried and howled at the sound The sound grew on the winds that blew softly through the trees that beautiful, horrifying sound of a single heartbeat The sound multiplied, soon it ranged in the thousands The cold Earth began to move as fingers grew like grass tearing into the night sky The soldiers stood proud, flesh hanging like badges of honor empty eyes, empty minds, waiting for the word to strike somewhere in the night, the word is given The war was over before it really began soon all that was left was the sound the sound of a single heart beat, untill it stopped. © TGReaper, 2005 Artwork © Unknown Artist All Graphics © Dark Midnight Designs