The Darkened.

The irresistible tides of the oceans, shed it's shyness like blowing bubbles,
being like unseen stars, that darkness gives them the cover,
during the the day and night twinkling, and shedding off their brightness,
all their Woody and stone homes, filled with total darkness,
and there's no spring or well, for them to Clean the dirt,
the memories of pains, and histories of hatred still clings,
and the complains come from their beloved, and still no one feels to care,
the only left behind is their names, and their graves has been forgotten.