Sore was I ere I saw Eros.
Slain was I in a field of chaos.
Laid pathos near barrows.
Then came sparrows
That woke me singing songs of Logos
And shook off the arrows that gaped me thorough,
So did the yoke flee clasping hands with sorrow.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
Sore was I ere I saw Eros.
Slain was I in a field of chaos.
Laid pathos near barrows.
Then came sparrows
That woke me singing songs of Logos
And shook off the arrows that gaped me thorough,
So did the yoke flee clasping hands with sorrow.