(I'm surprised I wrote this poem because it's actually pretty good...)
Sorrowful Sunrise
There is no sorrow with the sunrise
though nights reign has passed.
My mind will ever be consumed
of when you held me last.
The light grows stronger through the mist
piercing my loves watchful eyes.
Its awful glare wakes my heart,
decreeing loves embrace to part
Yet there is no sorrow with the sunrise,
for the cheerful birds sweetly sing.
And the bloody blooms have opened wide-
laughing with their treacherous sting.
For with the sun I know the truth,
the nights blinding light decays.
The love you thrust upon my soul
will in lights beam grow bitter cold.
Yet there is no sorrow in the sunrise.
only hope stirs deeply within.
For with this cup your love will stay;
Not even God can damn my sin
He too gave in to loves’ demands
To save his beloveds from hellish demise
You’ll drink this tainted potion down
And by your death our lives will rise
For there is no sorrow in the sunrise,
Soon you’ll see it’s gleam no more
And you’ll remain in this blessed state
Forever more my consummate mate.
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