The Tare

I've come down, from the hills
To pick up her, broken quill
Found her trampled, in the mud
Gathered her garments, for another in bud

And I sighed no

I carried her, into the fall
She no more comes, when I call
Her hair was once, a golden main
A trained-bow now, left its crimson stain

And I cried no

A seared heart silenced all her songs
So I cannot mourn all she did wrong
But bent my spine to unwrap her coil
And lay her frame in flaming soil

A final tear, fills the tare
Her eye yet fails, as a worm is fed
One last kiss on her pallid lips
One church dead, another one lives

And I cried yes



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen De Jager
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