To watch him die - Death comes to us all

The lips that I, in my passion kissed
Are faded now, and cold,
Like the ever winter of the year
Life hath fallen cold.

A broken sword, reforged
By his side, blade of war and peace
My tears collect on his mortal fleash,
And still I my tears weep.

Our son shall take the throne now,
His quest in life laid out,
Loves truth caught up at last,
As I was a fool to doubt.

So in dispare I stand here,
Under brooding sky,
The tears I weep forever,
For I lived to see him die.

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