Heart's Distress
Upon an evening's heart distress
I bereaved the lass of palm caress
Of all the consolation sought
Nil dare allay that which death wrought
Amidst my ponders of seclusion
Logic's veiled of dolor intrusion
My psyche the Tempter left unbought
For he can't soothe the death woe fraught
Is there dining in Valhalla's Hall
for he who is slain by loveless thrall?
Do Hercule's hands possess zeal
to loose me of my heart's bastille?
Alas, our destinies coincide
I'll meet thee anew in suicide
In thou unforgotten appeal
I slay my throe in life repeal
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