Apollo mordet ut leo
When I saw your face before me, oh how my heart didst soar, then crashed beneath the floor,
For thou didst disappear so fast, and I wished to be elsewhere; anywhere but there.
I shall never look upon thine eyes again; my heart, my soul, my eyes I shall emend.
The pull of tears within my breast, didst drag my prayers from God, and left me feeling gnawed.
Oh how thou madest me a thing to toy, as thou sauntered gaily near, my heart to taunt and soul to jeer.
How impatient thou wert with me then, oh how my heart didst break; it provoked my soul to ache.
I wonder if thou art even real or just a dream I had, that now a wraith doth walk this earth, to cede to angels mirth.
I can never be again the woman I once was, for drowned within a sea of sorrow, is my dear departed morrow.
Warrior Princess
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