25 June 2012
Under the marrow tree he lay His lover joined by another man Holding his locket as he stared in dismay Sharing a dream that no longer exists
Has he no sense to pursue such betrayal? Let her go as I'd it we're a free bird Leaving his long feared pain in her trail And now a different man he was yesterday
Filled with grief, he thrust a fist in righteous fury A tattered old fist to make aquante with a broken old corpse Serving his country, taking injury Only to find her forgetting
Scores passed, young grew old Some ridiculed the war, but he had died But now forgotten, his story left untold Finally realising, she had lied
The Forsaken • Opuss № I