She (In Beauty—She Lives)

She (In Beauty—She Lives)

She has grown old with the times
possibly an escapist of her own town
(that might have already burnt down)

still burning
(its heat reminisced)
yet feeling
(its flames one could not resist)

'twas a painful mistake
something we all have dreaded
but people were lain there dead
that i would even find it hard to take

how lovely, an idealized love—
a world filled with warmongers
circularly defined by our masters
our mastery of the heaven above