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,
Grey smoke curdling above slate housetops bow
In deference to a god forsaken sky.
I read your note but do not understand,
How you could not adjudge me face to face,
This venom in black ink burns 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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