The morning’s rays are waking, the
lark is loud and clear,
Your counsel he is taking, you are a
friend to him, and dear.
He asks you what and why to do, your
answer is layered, like a lie,
But did you realize, even you, of who
and how would die?
Oh you know many mysteries, you read
minds like a book!
Your wisdom is for everyone, your
advice that young fool took!
But now you see and now you know, you
cannot subvert Death’s roaring flow;
Of tears and blood that no scheme could
save, no potions divert that angst and woe.
You cannot stop this useless feud,
without telling them 'twas useless death,
Two more have adorned the streets
today, their bodies devoid blood and breath.
No marriage vow so secret, could have
stopped a rush of swords,
No swing of steel could be parried, by
a hidden exchange of words.
They stand with torches like robbers,
but they forgive as God forgave,
And once again we wonder, whether so
much blood was worth these knaves.
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