Sorrow’s Sonnet – Short Horror Story

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Thy woes demise for wanton need, For thy lie before me in creepy despair; Gaunt of guise doesth illness wax, Stealing love smile and scalping hair.

Thy eye hollow, yet weep with pain, And in amber light twist agony's grasp; Sodden sheets with death sweats cling, Disease doesth call to swivelling ears ring.

Alone thou waits, clutching calmly hand, Upon this night shallow breath wains; To ends void calls doesth thy pine' Poisons tastes linger on lips refrain.

When light leaves thy eyes at suns set; Gently I lay, twined in your casket.

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