A Tale of Tragedy

Two lamps lit, lithe their light
Flickers, faints, one takes flight.
Time tells not the twain untied.
One danced, the other died.

Two Swans circle silent,
Masked in mist the moon sent.
They dance in dark; dive down in turns,
One weeps: one ne’er returns

Leave now thy laughter long.
Partake of painsome song.
Tragedy tempers much of mirth,
By groans is given birth.

~ An Anonymous Friend

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