What better than war brings nemesis
Love long, left bereft five chapters after its Genesis
Compelled reticence ushers in self counselled osmosis
Love regretted since angels, women and Giants' metamorphosis, ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.