On the very same moonlit night
On which you were wounded
I was not there
For I stood upon the opposite shore
But I heard your cry of dereliction
And I saw your blood upon the water
And I knew that for every drop that was shed
I was the pourer
Poured out, like and offering to the gods of old
Warm blood, on the waters of the lake so cold
And when the sun rose the next morning
What did it reveal?
And did you bones serve as a warning
To all who seek what's real?
And when the sun showed its face
Five hours too late for you
And its rays caressed your body
Was there any warmth in it?
Poured out, like and offering to the gods of old
Warm blood, on the waters of the lake so cold
On the very next moonlit night
They came for me
Opened up my veins as well
And took it all from me.
And did you hear my cry of dereliction?
And did you see my blood upon the water?
And did you know that for every drop that was shed
You were the pourer?
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