02-13-2014, 10:23 AM
(02-13-2014, 10:03 AM)Erthona Wrote: .
Dare you loving look on one, such as I?
So through open words, a bond could grow,
Betwixt and between the dark earth and light filled sky,
A union to comfort us, when we are old?
Or is it true, what is said of flesh?
Alone we enter this world, warm or chill,
Being neither damned, nor being blessed,
We enter, we live, we die, against our will.
Is there hope then for that final hour?
While I lay entomb[ed] in wizened sack,
If we should meet within the bridal bower,
Would then you be with me as death attacks?
And do more then than simply hold my hand,
Be my companion also to that land.
I really like this - I'm looking for Noir Valentines for Danse Macabre du Jour - could I include this? It would go online for Valentine's Day.
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Note: Really shouldn't need to say this, but if I don't all I will get are comments that this is not a sonnet.
This is not a sonnet, not suppose to be. It is a sonnet aberration to fit the content of the poem.