Hatred’s menacing fist
replaced love’s gentle care,
Your affectionate gaze is
A defiant stare,
A warrior cry replaced the
Loving whisper,
In such ludicrous haste
Hate invaded
Love’s realm of joy and wisdom.
Consequently, Love
prepared herself for war:
she set her temples on fire,
poisoned her springs,
burned down her fields,
burried her treasures,
grabed her armour plate,
her helmet and her sword,
and rushed towards her enemy;
Thus we’ve come here,
Where love and hate confront
And hate seems
million times stronger;
I cannot see what is there to gain
No matter who the winner will be;
There is nothing left in the realm of Love,
Except this lifeless, barren field.