Zane: The Darkness

Fri, 11/21/2014 - 22:03 -- ylime64

A Day He Waits for Fateful Night's Delight
Thou last Despair a simple plee, to me
My Anguish Clings to Roaring Fears, its Might
But deary please, forget mistakes from me
Shall I remember thee, as thee today;
Thou darkest hair, pale complexion aglow
Two eyes thee have of molten violet grey
Bestowed a power, thee from Satan show
Thou demons incline in thou power's shade
So long as thee eternal life remains
Thou ancient power shall not ever fade
Thou heart and mine are never held by chains
Forever thy shall be my life's domain
So thee, a sonnet I do bestow; Zane


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