One Sabine Woman

The conquered land is eroding. The driven snow is melting Because the blue flame is burning, Probing through the rampart, Penetrating the fortress And pillaging the village. The mighty are falling And the weaker being ravished Trying to kick the pricks, But unguided passions With shortlived victories Violently possess! Then dispose. As the blue flame wanes, So goes the tyranny... Until morning. Rancidness, rancor, degradation And loneliness remain After the land is trampled. After the snow is defiled, There's a want for nothing, A need for everything: Love, hate, forgiveness, revenge. Then a cry for childhood Extending for knowledge of this hope Reaches without taking hold, So the four remain Until the four are gained; And the land still erodes. The snow still melts Because the blue flame burns. It yet probes.