I write to you sight blurred by stinging tears,
While crushing sadness strains upon my breast;
All shining hope now lost amidst black fears,
An agony no pain of death could best.
What cause for your to go, why leave me now?
The depths of winter drawing yet so nigh,
Wan smoke here curdling o’er the housetop’s brow
Genuflecting ‘neath dark deviled skies.
I read your note but do not understand,
How you could not adjudge me face to face,
Hot venom spewed in ink sears like a brand
To scar both heart and soul in cruel disgrace.
A prisoner chained now sentenced here to death,
No crime alleged, condemned so nonetheless.

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