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The Last Reunion
The howl of hungry hounds follows him tirelessly
As night now stalks and storms across the lonely lands
Before his eyes like diamonds that make no amends
And the death of time is trailing his steps mercilessly
Godless, pure beauty lives in his delicate hands
and coral lips like his may rule, and they may reign
Daisies that don‘t decay, he holds youth on a chain
That sinister scholar now owns these lonely lands
At sunrise, we met on a meadow on your land
At sunrise, you gave me the youth I gravely need
At sunrise, I gave you pain only you understand
The hounds don‘t know why it's me with whom you bleed
The hounds don‘t know that in love you took my hand
May nature, my dear, birth us anew as a singular weed.
Centuries later, the skeletons of two men were found, covered by weeds, flowers, and the roots of a nearby oak binding them to the earth.
Their hands tightly interlaced with each other, heads turned towards each other. There's no need to disturb a peaceful grave.