The Unnamed by A.N

However beleaguered,
Dim twilight remains
Those forgotten in the decline.
The dead left to bury their own remains,
Then walking back up to the sky.

These roads that they walked,
Ever trodden lightly, and then run into the ground.
The dreams like the doll lay abandoned in the snow.
Then burned by the desert heat below.
And wish you that the fire had never been set.
How though you, that you never forget.

None can remember, those names that lay discarded.
Nor those of the ones who walked away.
Regret for what was done,
All those who purposely were left
Unnamed