{"id":4209,"date":"2017-12-19T00:48:28","date_gmt":"2017-12-19T00:48:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4209"},"modified":"2017-12-19T00:48:28","modified_gmt":"2017-12-19T00:48:28","slug":"soldiers-death-announced-by-spirits-unseen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/soldiers-death-announced-by-spirits-unseen\/","title":{"rendered":"Soldiers Death Announced By Spirits Unseen"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Over<\/a><\/p>\n

Christmas Eve, House hushed, the lonesome cry echoed through the frosty air
\nIt was said to be but an owl by all assembled there
\nBut they knew it was not, but no, was she who follows even yet
\nThose of the blood from noble times, of whose ranks her cry foretells a death.<\/p>\n

The Christmas dinner was sombre, no mention of the night before
\nThough the dinner was second to none, no one wanted to eat more,
\nOn Christmas night, a knock was heard, ghostly on the hall door
\nBut no-one answered, knowing no one was there, or would be any more.<\/p>\n

A thousand or more miles to the east the shells were raining down
\nMen smoked cigarettes in the trenches who fought for glory and the Crown
\nThe doomed and doomed, as one shell came, shrapnel cut the air
\nWhen the dust had settled, one less soldier was standing there.<\/p>\n

The bore him on a stretcher, the doctors did their best
\nBut nothing for him could be done, time would do the rest
\nTime in its time took him in pain, sure all men were born to die
\nFor that is life and that is war, and no man understands why.<\/p>\n

Back home a week later, the postman on the door knocked hard
\nOn opening it he handed the butler an army death telegram card
\nIn a placename they never heard of, he was wounded the night she cried…
\nThe day of the phantom knock at the door, the son of the house died!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Christmas Eve, House hushed, the lonesome cry echoed through the frosty air It was said to be but an owl by all assembled there But they knew it was not, but no, was she who follows even yet Those of the blood from noble times, of whose ranks her cry …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2479,97,213,96],"tags":[4050,4048,1114,4049,78,4047,2348],"class_list":["post-4209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ghost-story","category-the-great-war","category-war","category-war-poetry","tag-a-soldiers-death","tag-announcing-death","tag-banshee","tag-death-foretold","tag-ghost-story","tag-phantom-knock","tag-the-great-war","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-15T","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":62,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/paris-doorway-red-light\/","url_meta":{"origin":4209,"position":0},"title":"Paris Doorway: Red Light","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"4th August 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Young soldiers facing death worried not about sin when heading into battle, many of whom never had being in a relationship, and were doomed to a prostitutes embrace to be the only experience of female love they would enjoy before their imminent deaths. 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