Dirge of the Beloved


I’ll not rejoice when Ishobeth’s beheaded
     I will mourn his great loss and his betrayal
Though his father pursued and tormented me
     I will remember his brother as my friend
Though his hand held claim to my inheritance
     His sister was my first beautiful betrothed
His scepter is my burden not my birthright
     And his family I will shelter and protect
I’ll mourn the loss of Ishobeth my brother
     And portray the heart of God as I protect
I will not rejoice when Ishobeth is dead

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