When waters, still clear,
air, was still pure,
no smoke of war,
no wrath of time,
i avenged you from grave,
instead, offered mine.
I died of heart's purity,
to you did i offer,
you accused me of crimes,
i battled for your welfare.
With compassion,
tried to stop you from appalls
of their glitters;
but, you stabbed me furiously,
left me nothing without mercy.
i cajoled the universe
to cast you off hidden darkness,
showed you my eyes
of transparency,
gave you my heart,
you killed mercilessly.
What can i do now?
I am no more to offer.
i need my new steps
to begin the life of new skies,
which valued my person
with the love i proved.
Find me no more,
you wasted my tears
for your rising.
At least, i had loved you,
still have we loved you;
but, such love reciprocated
no return.
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