Do Not Mind the Soldiers of the Night

Do not mind the soldiers of the night.
You cannot hear their taps upon your door.
Watch instead their brides in lacy white,
drifting till they land and drift no more.
You cannot hear their taps upon your door;
tiny feath'ry bodies make no sound.
Drifting till they land and drift no more,
icy soldiers blanket the wet ground.
Tiny feath'ry bodies make no sound.
You cannot hear what you choose to ignore.
Icy soldiers blanket the wet ground,
mourning young men fallen in the war.
You cannot hear what you choose to ignore.
Watch instead their brides in lacy white,
mourning young men fallen in the war.
Do not mind the soldiers of the night.

winter
this is a really nice story. It is a sad poem but has a lot of meaning.