I meant myself to be most true
With strong my heart o’er desire
But welding as one me and you
Is like welding ice and fire

My heart was once bright with love’s zest
And perchance I believe it so
That our strong love, it was the best
Before it diminished in woe

I meant myself to be most strong
My anger o’er love to control
But all the rights and each my wrong
Has welded in bitter recall

I know what I’ve done was a sin
Abandoning your heart but then
I realized all was great as been
So—will you love me once again?

The moon above a lambent sphere
    The air a fresh, cold twist
Which blows off as it does appear
    The wraith-like, icy mist

The lamps two guardians who bear
    Entrance across the street
The stars above, each one a flare
    Which blossoms bright and sweet

The rain drips, the rain goes patter
    Against each roof and stone
The light like colored snakes scatter
    A figure walks alone

Breathing deep in and breathing out
    The quivering, slow light
Dances like free spirits about
     On a silent, rainy night

So, how did the war go?
I was captured and whipped
I collapsed down low,
Tears from my eyes dripped
They were tears of pain,
they were tears of woe

I remember:
That evil one was one large ****.
He was a helper to the evil king.
He was as ugly as a deformed pug
and he towered almost everything.
He used his weapons. He abused his might
but soon a general came.
They greeted each other. They started to fight.
Both weapons a sword, they entered the game.
Both frightened, and prayed to the very Lord.
They sweated and beamed, it shan’t be the same.
The big baboon gleamed. He sharpened his aim
as swords clanked like a rattling chain.

The soldiers died in strife and pain.

Back at the duel,
swiveled thoughts of fear.
The good general slashed the brute’s very ear.
They slashed one another.
Blood spilled out.

The dying people screamed with a ****** shout.
Launching arrows using bows,
each one struck with a ****** stab.
Stung and torn by the vengeful foes.
The thunder shrieked with gravity.
Many died in depravity.
The corpses dripped crimson gore,
red as the sun on red sand
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But back at the duel, the king was abed.
The brute was gone. He was pale dead
By the king’s bed, the general gave a grin
and performed his final sin.
And now they shout, the soldiers shout:
Death to the king! Death to the King!
The Tyrant is gone forever!
Yet this war, this dreadful war
will leave us to ponder as well.

Shall I compare thee to all the seasons?
To the flare of autumn, to kiss of spring
I will give thee the three great, sole reasons
Why shan’t I compare thee to anything
Thine heart is too warm to winter’s compare
Thy skin is pale unlike summer’s skin, bright
Thine hair is black unlike the autumn flare
Thine imperial air much for spring’s light
    Thy peace and grace too light for winter’s storm
    Though thou art faint and dark, thou art most warm

Thou art too cool for summer’s blazing clime
Too hot for cold winter’s dun atmosphere
Thine locks, most fair never wither in time
Like bright autumn when winter does appear
Thy voice whene’er you speak to me is soft
Unlike most sharp the winds by winter’s sway
Unlike the hum of heat o’er skies aloft
Within melting clime of each summer day
    Thy bright and fair beauty, bright glimmering
    Ne’er wilts away like do the tides of spring

Thou art too heavy in mind and in wit
To be compared to the soft breeze in spring
And what is good in bright autumn when it
Lies beneath winter’s cold breath, withering
And of what good is there to see in gray
Of snows and ice that dance like sprites about
And of what good is there to see or say
Of all seasons who come and pass in, out
    Thou art all in all for truest respect
    In thine own way, in truest sense, perfect

Young athlete who just joined the game
Keep your hopes high while running low
Towards success must be your aim
For you to wend, for you to go

E’en if you lose, e’en if you drop
Trodden by feet of rivalry
Get right back up and never stop
And win this race with chivalry

Ne’er seclude yourself, ne’er be coy
Don’t take in vain each accolade
Don’t be too scared, don’t over joy
And don’t let worthy honor fade

Never go blind with dark distress
Nor deaf with roars of losing so
Young athlete, don’t apply duress
But keep dreams high while running low

And even if you go too deep
Down the path you should not have set
Your worthy honor always keep
With bravery, ne’er with regret

Keep running on, keep running still
At the far end, light you will see
Keep running with force, if you will
You will soon grasp bright victory

And don’t let such grand rewards go
But don’t keep them so you may boast
Keep your dreams high while running low
And keep on trying if you lost

Your love is held within the word
    Too sacred to possess
And with treasures none can afford
    Tumbles each your gold tress

And both your eyes are meadows, bright
    Besprinkled with morn’s dew
There are three words, love to ignite
    Those words—are—“I love you.”

Dark, idle tears, they run like streams
    Down through your volleyed cheek
Each drop holds many minute dreams
    That for each self does speak

One holds the thoughts of many days
    Before we’re now in part
A kiss that set candles ablaze
    Within my once cold heart

Another holds the last of last
    The many hugs we’d share
And remnants of the merry past
    O’erwhelmed by dark despair

The third one holds what seems to be
    A winter night, most cold
Blazed live with the kiss you gave me
     Which turned to warmest gold

My frozen heart, my frozen face
    Which passed along in tears
That shone with memory of days
    That strewn our sullen years

And the fourth holds the waning dust
    The remnants of the rose
That held the powers of the lust
    For love that kept us close

The last now holds the very end
    That makes this very time
The day when different paths, we’ll wend
    When your love isn’t mine

And all in all, each your tear, gray
    That falls most lithe and free
Says much more than plain words may say
    For tears hold memory