The temples are burning,
the statues have fallen.
History’s still learning,
gay love ever so foreign.
And they were roommates.
Sharing their beds?
Hell has opened up its gates,
lingering, the dog with three heads.
Warriors in partnership and love,
three hundred paired up, to be precise.
No luck for a dove;
they were trampled like mice.
Cypresses towering in green and shining lime,
hill lined with decaying iron.
Immortality is yet a matter of time,
watching over them, a lion.
Buried hand in hand,
the dead the only ones escaping the war.
Invincible, the sacred band,
loved by me and you evermore.