August 993 DedicationA Dedication to his Majesty, my most Dread Lord:My love - a single teardrop gleaming on a blood-black rose - A blinding Spark to set your soul on fire; And you, the ever-perfect object of my love, Uncaring, cold, you lit my funeral pyre. Pieces of my shattered heart plunge to the dark abyss, A wave of pain runs through my fragile soul; The love I feel for you is so cruelly swept away - And now is the pain that makes me whole. Your devoted servant, - C. |
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