Tear


The love of fool betwixt the fall

The plume on aught bitter sooth

Fight the urge, its long agone

A tear it is, and tear it shall

Thy eyes hath death

Sans a cut

Parley shall I begun

But yet so sharp a fatal smile

I carve my own demise

Tear me with a rose in thy hand

Thy felon smile upon me

And ‘et tu’ shall I pronounce

And aye shall it be truth

A fire breaks into the woods

And none that sees a devil

Bechance nascence of dawn one sees

Dark the meadows and dust

So even if now

I let it ground

An irony fills the stage

So even if now

I let thou count

Thee is was left what’s all that’s left

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