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Wert thou here now-
   I would rejoice.
But, pried apart-
   by twice wrong choice.

Betwixt us placed-
  the love of men.
Which once begot-
   and then began-

With Love to treasure-
   Life so rare.
Thus, chaining death-
   by greater care.

Still, Death;
   our common, nimble foe
In ancient days-
   spun tales of woe.

For just as Sparta,
   so today.
Do infants pine-
   for breast in vain.

Death: fix'ed, bound and chained-
   by Love.
Eyes mothers wounding-
   Heaven's Dove.

he doth applaud-
   thy bloody grave.
Which was prepared-
   by gentle knave.
--
My time was soon-
   you came too late.
To danger(s)-
   queen hath raised the gate.

No field, nor trees-
   surround thy tomb.
The High found life-
   thou, death, in womb.

And men-
   in pomp and circumstance
Do wield thy cry-
   as song: for dance.

My sibling dear:
   I miss thee so.
A tender life-
   Not yours to know.

Now, in my rubble,
   towards the Light.
I mourn your eyes-
   saw naught but night.

This life was short-
   yours, shorter still.
Your voice oer'pow'rd-
   by Hateful will.

And I, recalling,
   drop two tears:
One for thy life,
   one for thy years.
--
Were death our end-
   no justice be-
Imparted to my cause-
   for thee.

But Justice-
   hath not set it so.
For Justice-
   wrought that Love can grow.
--
Away from Grace-
   and honest fight.
Man's soul: opposed
   in fear takes flight.

From Peace they flee,
   to Death they turn.
Where weepest they
   that weakness spurned.

But happy I-
   to meet thee now!
Great distance from-
   where hearts do growl.

And, growling there,
   whose choice untied.
Thou live with me;
   they truly died.

-Sibling