What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

Strife And Confusion Joined The Fight, Along With Cruel Death, Who Seized One Wounded Man While Still Alive And Then Another Man Without A Wound, While Pulling The Feet Of One More Corpse Out From The Fight. The Clothes Death Wore Around Her Shoulders Were Dyed Red With Human Blood.