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demonicadvent — Sonnet: The Love of That Dead
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Description A smile, a tear, a cry in the night,
A false hope in love, the truth doth begin
To enter our hearts, and show us the way
To truth in our life, and let us know pain.

But fair is the face that still haunts my dreams,
That calls out my name, and promises light.
But trust shan't live on, for he hath done that
Which has poisioned my soul, and killed my desires.

And as the night wanes, and the moonlight expires,
I lay still in bed, my face lying flat
Against a pillow fair white,
And I let loose my screams.

Love brought me sorrow, and now his face is the bane
Of my existance, for he hath turned my soul gray,
The color of loss. But I shall still win,
For it shall, my unholy vengence, incite.
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