When I first saw her standing there,
Shimmering like the stars above,
As sure as death I knew it was love;
I knew it from the gaze that we first shared.
She stole my heart, as I did hers.
Subversive and riotous like sin,
We were free of reigns of our kin:
"Damned be fate and what we incur!"
But the world would have us apart:
I loved the wrong woman,
Wronged the wrong man.
Wolves would tear and rend our hearts.
To escape was the only way.
Our destination: the bed of the sun.
But men and ravages of a gun
Ended me, and by the brook I lay.
We were to meet at the willow tree,
As promised under the moon;
But I was dead by noon
And now my love weeps for me.
Ex Tempore XLVIII
M.M. — 05-Jun-2013
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