Tear In the Hourglass
A tear in an hourglass
so slowly it falls
a sorrow for every dream
that lay shattered against the wall.
So fragile is such a thing
that withers in part
what sadness she brings
in broken heart
Doth do we cringe
bent on broken knee
wounded in love
wounded by thee
Dulled is the sword
that had swung with such force
splintered is the shield
but the heart injured worse
All heroes are slain
killed in passionate war
every heart breaks
to love nevermore
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