My only love ,taken away, by a pact,
In which I was not asked to act
Stolen by robbers who are painted wise,
Extolled in their virtues , they spit my vice
And I was asked to guard the tomb,
Of my only love, her sacred womb
Bloody now my every thought in shame,
yet thence I have never cried the same
Lost forever in an untellable play,
That I shall now hid my hideous clay
And my molten tears that bear,
A secret of her notorious wear
All drama for false Gods and chariots,
And a penny , or two or empty thoughts,
But My revenge would be marked forever
Wounded, In my embarrassed verse so clever.
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