A short poem about love, vanity and war.
Death’s ebon dart
Flew with accuracy
Struck her heart
With adept mastery
Under Gibbous rays
She lay bleeding
Her memory sways
Her life fleeing
The battle raged
For wont of days
Only delayed
By her discovery
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