[Narrator]
And so, off they go.
I know, I know.
But they're on their way, they're nearly there,
There is a hint of danger in the air.
He's gone on ahead to find the frontier.
She's a little way behind.
He calls to her, almost turns back, then has a change of mind,
Caught between two different loves between two different times.
Alas, he cannot help himself,
Despite foreboding in the air.
Oblivious of the old constraints,
He steps across the line,
And there,
Leaning, patient, on his cane,
The soldier's worst nightmare.
Head, inclined in condescension,
Wearing his best smug Sunday grin
The Devil beckons him, with crooked finger,
And leads him down to Hades
With a small, brown, violin.
And so, off they go.
I know, I know.
But they're on their way, they're nearly there,
There is a hint of danger in the air.
He's gone on ahead to find the frontier.
She's a little way behind.
He calls to her, almost turns back, then has a change of mind,
Caught between two different loves between two different times.
Alas, he cannot help himself,
Despite foreboding in the air.
Oblivious of the old constraints,
He steps across the line,
And there,
Leaning, patient, on his cane,
The soldier's worst nightmare.
Head, inclined in condescension,
Wearing his best smug Sunday grin
The Devil beckons him, with crooked finger,
And leads him down to Hades
With a small, brown, violin.
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