This day is not what it was promised to be
I cradled your broken body and washed thee
And still I question how could man be this cruel?
Yet he who thinks war comes bloodless is a fool

The battle flags are tattered, on windless fields
We begged and pleaded but they would never yield

The wine we taste at feast will no more be sweet.
When I remember your dead eyes, Love, I weep
Your hands that took mine and vowed with me to stay
Now waxen pale, and bound for naught but decay.

Your broken armor mirrors my broken heart
That bleeds, as did yours, when we were torn apart
I cannot forget the blood and battlefield
After I have seen you lain on broken shield.

And soon, my love, if hope does not dare to steer me false
We will be together in the shadowed halls.
This field has not been the same since the war began
Its flowers drink your blood where we laughed and ran

Now as they lower you to your boundless tomb
I can almost taste the permanence of gloom
The death of you will soon cause the death of me
And I will follow, to where we both can be.

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