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| A Brutal War |
We fought a bitter war
a war
of sheer brutality.
She, with bows and arrows
and I, with songs and wine.
She, with bows and arrows
and I, with songs and wine.
A war I
lost
and the wounds and burns
from all the raging battles
still scar my body and mind.
still scar my body and mind.
'Woe to the vanquished'
the young queen decreed
and cast me prisoner
in a
very private hell.
She threw me crumbs
and I welcomed them,
I was a poor beggar man
starving for her love.
She threw me crumbs
and I welcomed them,
I was a poor beggar man
starving for her love.
She was my tempestuous green
sea, my all-consuming passion.
Now she plays hide
and
seek inside my head.
From the room of sorrow
she runs to the hall of pain
From the room of sorrow
she runs to the hall of pain
but the
cruel queen never
ever
comes to the den of love.
It's
hard to know now why I loved her
harder yet to
know that I still do.
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