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Dec 2010 · 864
Sonnet 1
Ah, death, my mistress here we meet again
trapped upon this battlefield, eyes locked
this is it time final, that this we end
shall meet no more, for my ship is docked
Water still, For now my fleet shalt upon sail
Embark upon that glourious water-flow
Your greatest work oh Death, caught many tail
Winds, for where your almighty breath shalt blow
You shalt have me, oh me humble servant
King am I nor ruler none am I.
Bow to the power oh Death observant
Greet thee, master mine, of ever black sky
We all thee servants, ready we thee greet
Oh Death, we unite at thine mighty street.

— The End —