How by Bok Choy (The author of Her song and Botheration)

Disclaimer: I nor Bok Choy own Scarlet Pimpernel

He gazed at her unconcious form,

Under blankets, keeping warm.

How he could leave her, he did not

Know. What she was, he had sought.

How then, now, could he leave?

When he was here, she was at ease.

But the pitiful cries of those who'd lost

Their right to live at such a cost

Drew him back to the place of her birth

To face their hate, their anger, their mirth.

And now as he looked at her, gently sleeping,

He could hear her before, softly weeping

To him: "Please stay; You cannot go!"

"But I must, my dear Margot."

Reason she had to hold him back

He would listen to; they never lacked

Her love for him. She always had

So much for him, it drove him mad.

Back to now, back to her.

Of one thing, he could be sure.

She would never stop loving the man at her side.

And now to the stars, on with the night.

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