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Michael Senaike Mar 2021
A man! From whose Godly image, cometh he, from sand;
A mortal engine! Proud son of the earth and the starry heavens;
A wandering soul, cursed to rule the seas and land;
Lord of beasts that roam and roar, and a sky filled with Ravens;

A  sparkling light at tunnel's end, in seasons of strive;
Like sunrise, he cometh with hope from the eastern skies;
Like darkness, never to be found wanting where evil thrives;
A harbinger of doom, the soul behind Gaea's cry;

A Viking in chainmail saileth, Oh! I see a damsel in distress;
A Knight in shining armor rideth, Oh! I see  Princess feeble;
Lean on me, saith the Wolf, while i slay thine enemies with my prowess;
A white sheep teareth, into the flesh of our lady of brittle;

Me' lady! seeketh not, the man out there in thy dream;
For all the gods, all the heavens and, hell, is within him.
Michael Senaike Mar 2021
A sonnet of love to a heart pure as molten ore;
With reasons to be kept captive within thy lovely prism;
Of course, I shall remain marooned on this mysterious shore;
Lest, I sail far away from thy romantic phantasm;

Demons, hell and, prophesies shall rise against us;
For I am the son of the Earth and starry heaven;
Demons, hell and, prophesies shall fall beneath us;
For our love soars beyond the reach of the elderly seven;

Whilst mortals seeketh redemption from the most high;
Thou took me and soared into the wind, on thy wings of love;
Verily, I believe my immortality lies between thy Nubian thighs;
For a life without your gaze is a life worth living no more;

From the Milky Way galaxy to the Pegasus;
To the envy of Zeus, behold, a sonnet to Amicus Meus.
Michael Senaike Mar 2021
O GENTLE MOST HOLY SLEEP;
COMMIT THY SERVANT UNTO THY HUMBLE KEEP;
COME, FERRY ME WITH THY COLD WINTER'S SHIP;
INTO THE DARK HOLLOW CREEPS OF THY FANTASY DEEP;
NO QUARTER SHOULD BE GIVEN NOR TAKEN;
TILL MY IMMINENT AWAKENING.

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