In the Night
A tragedy to be without thy love
Thy lips are landmarks of passions reward
I starve in death to see her eyes once more
In hopes anointed by the hazel glare
With rope and chain my hands and feet are bound
And all arrested air I breathe decease
My love dispensed her blood upon my blade
Which left a man a widow in the night
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2007
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