I was subdued with kisses
And bound hand to hand
My paradise destroyed
By words that made a hell
Of greeness.
The blood of the evildoer,
Thick on the blade,
Cried out to you:
Make evil.
The old ways are not to be
Forsaken,
By mine,
Though you forbid them,
But yet live on in you.
And our names,
Immortal as our days,
Will be sung,
And she will walk among you,
With eyes like a dove
That mourns.
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