Half a Dozen Dead

Half a dozen dead;
all involved wounded.
The battle seemed so diligent
and then quick to be won.

Half a dozen dead;
hearts racing, soon was
All of the romance forgotten–
with just hope to act on.

Half a dozen dead;
that chilled stale syrup
cast out along with memories
so beaut’fully bitter.

Half a dozen dead;
with heads hanging low,
My patience and pride left in vain–
all else to wither.