I stand above your blacked surface,
An expanse I cannot measure.
I shudder at your unsightly purpose,
The secret of my displeasure.
I came to you three nights before
To feed you with my bounty.
I gave you that which I abhor,
As if it were my duty.
She will ne'er be bothered by the tide,
Or washed ashore like flotsom,
You swallowed deep my deathly bride,
Weighed deep within your bosom.
I kneel before your depth of woe,
Drawn back by my disgrace,
I crawl until I'm head to toe,
Lost deep beneath your surface.
Hm I think I see a mistake. *Gasp* A mistake in John's work? Never. lol. "Weighed deep within you bosom." Isn't "you" supposed to be your?...doesn't sound quite right otherwise.
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Lol, it does happen, especially when things are written using my mobile! Corrected!
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