War poem bemoaning the plight of lovers split apart because of war.
SWAN SONG TO LOVE
Dawn rents the veil; that pall of night
and woe smarts those who linger in love
Hopes flail and fade as evil smotes light
Rose red eyes gaze for sweet solace above.
Cruel bow you fired your dart too soon
when all things fair must crumble and wane.
Oh why did fate plunge earth in doom?
Our peace to torture with howls of pain.
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