The Tragedy of Desire
Beautiful whispers of the dead
Dreamers slumber on the lawn
Flowers dare not grow
where the brave had traveled on
Winter remorse and summer fall
alone wanders the few tall
I had seen them bow in prayer
but answers they will not find there
Water and blood are thicker than fire
but none can escape the tragedy of desire
I had watched them fall in Her wake
life and soul she came to take
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