If all my arrows failed to hit their mark,
Then here I stand and take the weighty blame;
What hope had I when shooting in the dark -
How could I strike a match and light a flame?
Our moonlight trysts were never worth the while
As clouds and mist would snuff the meagre light,
And though I tried to tempt with craft and guile,
This love has given up without a fight.
Now heaven casts a sombre eye on me -
There is no place for those whose love is choked -
The grass, the flowers, meadows and the trees
Now curdle under flames and blackened smoke.
If life itself has drowned our means to thrive,
Then even love will never once survive.
Good work Ben, when love is lost it brings to one a great cost. You played out the range of emotions, self guilt, things that you could have done. It seems that the partner was not as engaged, as the broken one tried different methods to entice but all was in vain, even Nature had to also suffer the blame. Spot on!
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