Gone the shadow of auspicious trees
That bowed down to shade my head
That veiled the night like a many-fingered cloak
And shook their boughs like chattery teeth in the wind
Now rising like a night owl, silent
Beneath the cold moon’s glare
Though pure and clear her light reveals
Her wholly pious stare
To avenge a broken heart
Fragmented, hopeless dreams
Made helpless in defeat
Defying love to gain a reason
For love’s unending lament
Its pitiless affliction
And merciless addiction
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