Be war the fact

Before the day

Or summed the tact

Of prose of fray

The faction rises

The front to wage

The slope surprises

The rehearsed cryptic stage

Before the night

My fallen angel

Did requite

My heart since entangled

My instinct knew

My dreams would cross

And ‘twine with clue

To cheat the dross

And justify

The life I left him

When I let him try

To approach perfection

Refine the cost

Of scuffle touche

My love once lost

Won’t slip away