As Love Dies
shattered,
as dream’s blood-splattered
tatters dripped away in gravel’ s grey
nothing left as love is cleft
a steam-less boiler standing still
no sense or purpose to fulfill
a bowed head on death’s bed
a listless sigh to lay and die
no hope, no glory
no future, no story
as we write of one soul’s plight
another day, another night
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