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.
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