Tonight we shall die together We will trade the light in our souls With the light of Our Father Our Fate is Foretold We cannot live together So we pour out our hearts wants and desires To the dreams of cloud and ether We have not much time. Pick up the dagger. It's blade keen and cold as winter The path less traveled by most But too often traveled by lovers. We greet each other later In the hosts of angels reveling And the in raging waves of never Our minds are of purpose unwavering. So we plunge the cruel twisted blade An affliction, we end in harmony, With little complete we wait As our time on the earth dwindles slowly. We feel precious little remorse nor hate, To the ones who will find us hear later. Whose need to obstruct was too tale, Now with Christian grief, find us in the heather. Perhaps it is their grief In regretting our deliverence, In to the depths of Hell's fiery rings Or the light of God's kingdom. Us, we feel our hearts flame unfurl, Our mortal parts burning away, In icy winds who forever churn, Is where our bodies, hence lay. Embracing as always, Underneath a cold,dark moon.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem as a response to the classical litterature
of Shakespeare's time and the idea of courtly love. I submit it
because this type of poetry appeals to certain individuals
more than the modern abstract form.
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