Poised in its fate,
Thy heart bequeaths
With sheer gloom…
For thy spirit lives
In a fortress touched
With devotion and all
Hex of blessings.
Thy mortal soul tholes
In thorns of whilom tears,
Thine puissant gardyloo of ruth
Bends light shun by the fie suns.
Sith thine fall of grief,
Thy heart knows no love,
Thy soul burns in odium,
Thy mind sees no day.
Shattering sweven,
Broken hope:
Fear gnaws thy joy
And I slumber in its darkness,
With endless pain
Thou wast without a heart
Is what thou hast become.
Thou dost a heart for thee?
Thou be’st a slayer of thee!
Thou aye, thou…
Gaze into thy eyne?
Kiss thy wish with glee!
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