Tell Me a Tale

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Tell me a tale of woe
I do not know.
Your arctic smile ablaze,
no hope survives the freeze.
Furious laughter peals,
the tolling of a bell;
and driven from its home
peace, the dove, has flown.

Tell me why you cry.
The night is empty and I
know your pain, your fears;
I know your futile tears.

We share our mourning,
our loss a jewel adorning
the weeping sky.

No one knows why
the rains fall,
and, after all,
the sun still lights the pyre
and burns,
a distant fire.