A Rebellion in The Things I Write When My Mind Won't Sleep

The bell tolls once for each one of the dead.
A town sleeping for the first time since the battle began.
Rain beating the ground as silent tears fall for all of those lost.
The bridges and towers quake with the force of the rage found here.
Those gone forever, taken for a cause so inconsequential.
Rebellion rises up from the ashes of what stood before, of what ruled before.
A flame in a quiet grate, small and unnoticed but blazing with strength.
A people ready to take back what was theirs, what should be theirs.
The town no longer sleeps, it will not lay down and take the pain.
The force of a thousand bleeding men, ready to defend their lives.
Ready to defend their wives, children, and homes.
Ready to fight for the change needed to survive.