And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories