• When at once what we have lost, is to say, but a prayer..
    Then we must know what we have touched is in a way quite rare.
    At which point we'd surely know that what we see is just.
    And in an instant it is so- so carry on, we must.
    But for once, I must tell you, be love and war quite fair-
    And in a way I have seen the consequence of prayer.
    Be not true, though it is said..
    That love is cruel and in your head,
    But as I've seen, so I will tell..
    The Crime of Lust and Fairytales.