I saw his Face that day!
Pieces left upon the fray
Cruelty, they must atone!
By flesh or by broken bone
This is a seed that will be sown!
Do I seek council upon the moor?
Perhaps the gods only know the score
A pity, a face most wonderful?
To end without reason or grace
Why murder my friend in such bad taste?
A withering of mind and soul..
The long death takes it's toll
A candle dying away in wax..
I dither in sullen riposte
The dead are blessed, I do suppose..
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