Brad Osborne’s poem over at commonsensiblyspeaking brought whispers of Lloyd Alexander, Tolkien, Cornwell, Kipling, and even Beowulf to my mind. Check it out!
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Memories hang heavy
Like Spanish moss draped
Over the gnarled boughs
Weathered by the voice of years
Fed by long forgotten tears
And traced in the wounds
We are all the whispered here
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Visions rise like smoke
A pungent scent seen
Stung in blood-shot eyes
Burnt in the sepia lost
Paying the highest cost
And placed within the tombs
We are all the whispered here
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Darkness beats the anvil
With a farrier’s skill
Drummed to war
Bodies of the broken
Names left unspoken
Now echoes in the gloom
We are all the whispered here
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D.C. Gilbert 
Simply marvelous. Wish I could have written something so eloquent.
Isn’t it, though. Thanks for stopping by, Pat.
Lump in throat