I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Bob Dylan

Mots clés dirge

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He was a strong and noble lord with piercing eyes of grey.
He sat upon his noble throne shining like the dawn.
His sword flashed like the brightest star.
He led our people well.
Yet here and now he lays in blood pierced with arrows.

He was the friend of many knights.
He loved the warrior games.
His heart was won by a lady fair for marriage they did wait.
A kindly prince, his duty carried him to another's bed.
And on her death true love returned, finally they wed.

He felt the grief of children lost to murder and to pain.
I was the youngest of his blood.
I'll never be the same.
Here lays my father and my lord.
I know not what to say.
Except my father and my lord was slain here on this day.

Here lays my father and my lord.
I know not what to say.
Except my father and my lord was slain here on this day….

Laurel A. Rockefeller

Mots clés murder tribute song medieval lament king princess noble ballad knight dirge slain kendric

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Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross

Maya Angelou

Mots clés glory desolation dirge jack-goldenberg

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