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My Divia, in ashes fell Pompeii.
You stole my breath, Diana displaced Mars;
my world died in a flash of fire that day,
but your touch was deathless, pale as stars.
79 AD
You offered me your heartless love with your greedy little hand
but who am I to say that you were wrong to touch my cheek?
A man who tears his child apart has nowhere to stand.
I never knew the nights could be so long, or I so weak.
100 AD
My Divia, in ash.
I never knew a night could be so long.
You offered me your heart,
you stole my breath,
my world died in a flash.
Your touch was death.
And who am I to say that you were wrong?
A man who tears his child apart.
1996 AD
"Elegies For My Daughter" 1998 by p q laertes
pqlaertes yahoo com
The Fake Book
Forever Knight created by James Parriot
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