64503: The Shadow Of Death

Here's an end to my art!
I must die and I know it,
With battle murder at my heart---
Sad death for a poet!
Oh my songs never sung,
And my plays to darkness blown!
I am still so young, so young,
And life was my own.
Some bad fairy stole
The baby I nursed:
Was this my pretty little soul,
This changeling accursed?
To fight and kill is wrong---
To stay at home wronger:
Oh soul, little play and song,
I may father no longer!
Here's an end to my art!
I must die and I know it,
With battle murder at my heart---
Sad death for a poet!