The Pair
Bathing in the moonlight
United by their hands;
Their eyes shining bright
Seperated by different lands
Soon, those eyes will be broken
Soon, those hands will be cold
For their love is but a token
To the enemy sold
And once they lie fallen
Cold faces, struck by death
Their love has been stolen
The hope they have had
So listen, kings and peasants
Remember the story I tell
It's not their love that killed them
It's the land for which they fell
Copyright © Franziska Keinath | Year Posted 2014
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