May I have a WORD?
With the warrior's sword?
That pierces the broken heart?
It malices it's melodies -
And plays a Love Song;
Woven into a Wedding Bell.
Alas, to his loving I tell,
On that Embracing day -
So tell the Songstress;
Play it again - Play it away.
Where doth runs the heartless man?
Whoever roams this day,
Sobbing to its sunset,
For a pointless victory.
Behold the fallen warrior!
The sorrowful swordsman slain -
Time's latest victim;
Alas - a Love only in Vain.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
May I have a WORD?
With the warrior's sword?
That pierces the broken heart?
It malices it's melodies -
And plays a Love Song;
Woven into a Wedding Bell.
Alas, to his loving I tell,
On that Embracing day -
So tell the Songstress;
Play it again - Play it away.
Where doth runs the heartless man?
Whoever roams this day,
Sobbing to its sunset,
For a pointless victory.
Behold the fallen warrior!
The sorrowful swordsman slain -
Time's latest victim;
Alas - a Love only in Vain.
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