Random
Just a random inspiration.
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Distant past
A memory fading
Grueling stench
Of sweet foreboding
There she stands
Sword in hand
Spilling my blood
Defiling my heart
It was in memory
Where I lay
Defenseless
Against my own sins
Then again
I see her sweeping
My lonely grave
And then weeping
Like a little knave
Have I heard her sing?
This bitter melody before
“The most beautiful love
Is a love in lore”