Darkness settles lonely on the land;
In its’ humble hollowness I stand.
Listening to the echos now apart;
Echos of a softly mourning heart.
Quiet memories now my thoughts entreat,
Tear drops slowly stain a sullen cheek.
Wondering why fair summers have to die;
Wondering if you too alone would cry.
Did our actions grieve some jealous god?
Did we not in love his bounty laud?
Did some silent error mete this fate?
Did our love some maxim desecrate?
Do we now embrace this destiny;
Smile and sail into a stormy sea?
Clutch our memories to our breasts and weep,
As a barren mother suckles grief…
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