At_Last

Taken G.F.E. McGuiness

How innocent my young heart was! Oh, I had heard the stories, Surreal, detached from daily play. Who were these people anyway Reveling so in self served glories? No, the lessons were not real. My youthful mind so self possessed Spent away in dream, not doom, Nor on cherished love entombed, Nursed, unknowing, misery's breast.

She was taken by them! Don't come at me with artless talk.

My hand was raised on hallowed ground, Each sand grain which her phantom walked An oath to which my warrant's bound. She whose metal was her ring She whose timeless trace consumes What's left of me, This noxious waste, Which only fantasy perfumes, I was taken by her, My darling, Pulled away from me In cold indecent secrecy. And with her was my conscience slain. In raging unremitting pain

En masse or slowly one on one, Washed in blood, my will be done! They Will Be taken by me!

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