I write to you sight blurred by stinging tears,
While crushing sadness pains upon my breast;
All shining hope now lost amidst black fears—
An agony no hell on earth could best.
What proclamation deemed you leave me now,
The depths of winter drawing yet so nigh?
Wan smoke here curdling o’er the housetops brow
Genuflecting ‘neath foreboding skies…
I read your note but do not understand,
How you would not arraign me face to face,
Hot venom spewed in ink seared like a brand
To scar both heart and soul in cruel disgrace;
A prisoner chained, yea sentenced here to death,
No crime alleged, condemned so nonetheless.

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