In the middle of the night the flame was lit

Only to be snuffed within an hour

She wept by the window sill with a drink in her hand

Much courage is of no use till you live grand


He was a silent hero of another cage

Where all wept profusely for mammoth age

The stories of his courage was popular fiction

He having mastered the unsurpassed diction


She still was biding night

When he knocked on the door

There she opened the chamber

Into her bedroom like never before


They fell silent into the solemn night

Nor ever there was a sound

But the electric beat of mandolin

Mixed with hard feet stretched around


They were like frozen lake

Having run off the frozen ground

There they rested in each other’s arms

To be paupers on starry alms


Till the day arose

And he having a lamentation spoke

Forbid this land as golden haunt

I live no more off your love rose


The flame is long gone

Now her chamber bore of no more love

While she spends her covetous days

In the memory of his lamentations like doves


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