Mourning Sonnet Sorrow - Mournful in the mists Rends scarlet wakes at Dawn, Where longed for lips He'd come to kiss Sung love a wrongful song Pale me in deaths shroud unearthly indeed For my rivers run red for the fruits of a Queen Lost in distant dominions that no man hath seen, This bastard earth knows none of She Silent she glides through the vast far flung nebula Reaping red trails through the thick of the night, Blinding the eyes and the faith of the innocent, Tearing the skies new horizons at Dusk
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