02-13-2014, 10:42 AM
(02-13-2014, 10:03 AM)Erthona Wrote: .Wow, what an amazing sonnet, Shakespeare would be so jealous!
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 entombed 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.
Who could resist such an invitation? Especially in light of your wizened sack...
It could be worse