Gingerly and solemnly,
melancholy meeting,
perhaps a pensive Cimmerian
will humbly come a kneeling.
Echoing remembrance,
deceitful in his ways,
bearing poisoned tansy leaves,
passion set ablaze.
Solitude comes swift at dusk,
murmuring regret,
the sloe-eyed sneaky Cimmerian
brought the kiss of death.
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