Fly Him Away
Fly him away sweet love of his,
They have clipped his wings.
Heartless monsters prise his flesh apart,
Through which they manducate at his bones.
A rope have they set around his neck,
Limbs dismembered, mind entangled in their fingers,
He will soon breathe his last.
Fly him away on your angelic wings,
Wait not for the time,
When to colloquy, becomes loathsome,
When to love, becomes a crime.
Cogitation to breathe is quelled by dismalness.
Though he becomes a corse evanescible,
His asseverations will echo in every inch of her veins,
Till in the next life their love is sublime.
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