Before the war, this grave darksome pall
Pressed upon the face of England
We were sovereign to nothing less
Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign
Together in a peace these wicked times disdain
Then Empire saw much more to gain
The crown discounts our loss
Life cannot count the cost
These numbers fount like water
The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter
Valentine, sweet spine entwined
I am sorry that I left you here, in time
I will find the path back from the other side
So keep a candle burning in your heart that is my shrine
No Momento Mori
For he passed away for faraway glory
So tear the pages from this castaway story
Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory
She seeks to pierce the veil
Melancholia speaks the fiercest tale
Weeks are growing lonelier ever stonier regaled
Love’s bond responding beyond the pale
The planchette is promissory
Purveyance of this seance
In obeisance to the spirits before their dismissory
The crown discounts our loss
Life cannot count the cost
These numbers fount like water
The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter
Valentine, sweet spine entwined
I am sorry that I left you here, in time
I will find the path back from the other side
So please accept my kisses through the whispers of the Ouija board
I suffer alone
So far from home watching you from a distance
A shadow’s persistence to roam
No time to atone
You flower alone
Beautifully graven you cut a black raven
Whose tower has flown
No Momento Mori
For he passed away for faraway glory
So tear the pages from this castaway story
Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory
She seeks to pierce the veil
Melancholia speaks the fiercest tale
Weeks are growing lonelier ever stonier regaled
Love’s bond responding beyond the pale
The planchette is promissory
Purveyance of this seance
In obeisance to the spirits, ghosts that haunt amiss, amie
Winter seems far colder
Without you by my shoulder now this year
Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost
Finds her there, entranced to cross
To breach death’s porous border
And reach where breath affords no quarter
Helpless, I see her resolve harden
This is where it ends, how the wretchedness portends
The knife in her hand, on the stretch to the promised land
And this is how they found my light
Clutching tight that fateful telegram
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