Words cannot express how I still have to remind myself when I look at photographs of this beautiful, happy family, that
they were shot 94 years ago last night. Yet I believe that the entire family, as well as the servants and the others who were killed the next night including Elizaveta Feodorovna "Ella" would express the sentiment in the song I used in my tribute.
This does
not rhyme, nor does it flow well at all, but here it is anyways.
A clod of earth is tossed over
The bodies still warm
They laughed so recently.
They’re gone now
Their spirits from this earth fled
At the hands of the brutal captors
Who could not see a loving soul.
Gone, yet dead only to this earth
Nor forgotten, for as I write this
I feel an ache in my heart
For the family who cried out in vain
To the sounds of the pistols
That terrible night.
They lived with forgiveness in their hearts
And I know that now,
They’ve beautifully forgave
The ones who held the guns.
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