Some violins play their mourning song,
As drums beat in silent throngs;
What was there, there now begins,
Its organ playing the tune within,
And Love that carried the world without,
In waves of misery, pain and doubt,
Burned to ash in the darkness of night,
As if it lay with the pending Light.
And the wind in it’s sadder tone,
Carried the news to distant homes:
“Ah! Fade the chords of love with time,
And I with them from thee resign.”
The Poet: Arkane
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