Lament of a Friend

A partisan in this fine fight All beautiful and brash He thought he stood for what was right ‘Til his dreams turned to ash A revelation come too late When worm’s meat he’d already made For neither side had doomed his fate But by both he’d been betrayed Our friend’s life was not enough You need more grist for your mill You would not accept our kind rebuff You harry us to no end still I invoke the bard erstwhile When through his fair Veronan quoth ‘Tis enough you villains vile A plague upon your houses both September 1, 2024