a sacred alliance

He was alone in the twilight, 
She was alone in a crowd, 
And they both paid with traveler's worry 
As much as was allowed, 

When the time came for resonant sorrow: 
There were souls and mouths to be fed -- 
As there eyes fixed fast to the worry, 
And the sky showed flame 

And dread

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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