We did what we had to do,
Not what we would have chosen
Ourselves; had we the chance to do so
Perhaps our loves would not be dead.
Were we to have chosen as we wished,
We would not have gone the route of
Infernal fire, nor the way of blood.
So when you stand there, say that you
Prosecute, remember that what we did
We did because we had to;
Not because it was good,
But because it was the furthest from evil.
Another darker poem today – I hope that you like it. It opens with a common line, but the thought of doing a poem based on it came after listening to a song from ‘A Chorus Line’ – ‘What I did for love’. An amusing version can be found here as well. As ever, I hope that you enjoy it – there will be an extra poem to mark one year of ‘The Hapless Neo Romantic’ tomorrow, so drop back in.
Until then, kind regards,
The Hapless Neo-Romantic.