Shakespearian Sonnet

"Move not thy gentle face unto the light,
But thy gaze cast upon eternal night.
A pinprick of hope in the sanguine sky;
Yet cursed never to hold and ne'er to die."
Night's swift thief did steal a forbidden glance,
And tricked the youthful lady for a dance;
Then dragged he down unto the pits of hell,
Where even the mightiest man hath fell.
From one hell journey unto another;
"Thy breathtaking face, my long lost lover,"
Is it wonder why night remains in dark;
And every night, sings she like a lark.
Remembering that one divine embrace,
And one fragile moment of loving grace.

The End

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