You cannot reign forever, grief!
Enormous tearful relief
Has come upon me. What a blessing.
The vision comes, my mind caressing:
A slingshot in an Angel’s hands.
Discharged! The stone is flying and lands
Under the War’s grim brow. With groans
Fall down his ancient weary bones.
‘The wound is serious. You must go.’
Why did I see that? Soon we’ll know...
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You cannot reign forever, grief!
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