I write to you sight blurred by stinging tears,
This crushing sadness strained upon my breast;
All shining hope now lost amidst dark fears,
An agony no pain of death could best.
What cause to go? Why do you leave me now?
The depths of winter drawing yet so nigh,
Wan smoke now curdling on the housetop’s brow
Prostrate in fear of darkling deviled skies.
I read your note but do not understand,
How you could not adjudge me face to face,
This venom in black 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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