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~The Lost Song~

A song, a chant, a warring-cry, my brother wrote a battle hymn.
And though louder than thunder was, silenced at once the awful din.
Then in that space my forlorn heart took wings and flew to days and times
When our souls were not enemies, and you, comrade, were brother mine.

A hill, a flight, a spray of snow—we rode upon a charger brave
In Winter laid both fears and foes and tears and strife into the grave.
And in that age we laughed alike, twas but our life’s bright summertime,
When our souls were not enemies, and you, comrade, were brother mine.

A roast, a bowl, a table’s cheer, was how, that eve, the nightmare came.
And though subtler than silk it was, unleashed were words that caused us pain.
And pain didst lead to bleeding wounds, and wounds didst fester days and times
When our souls were not enemies, and you, comrade, were brother mine.

A sword, a spear, now fugitives, we flee and war on separate ways.
More scouring than the dessert sands, more cru’l than blood that gilds our days
Was there not a covenant? Nay, now lays dead, as is the life
When our souls were not enemies, and you, comrade, were brother mine.

A song, a chant a warring-cry, my brother wrote a battle hymn,
And scarce my soul can hear it now, amid hell shrieking death and din.
Once were our souls not enemies, once were you, comrade, brother mine?
Nay—my soul heeds not such things, shall to lone darkness ever bind.

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