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August 993 Dedication

A 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.
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 08-15-20 09:03 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 08-15-20 09:03 PM