Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my neck.
It slays me, and darkly my
to the thirsty earth.
In a strange and terrible glee I fall limply
while nothingness hovers close.
Now alone, my love falls upon uncaring eyes.
This is because of you
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