Farewell
O how canst thou love thee
A begot wouldst know
With the utmost respect
For thou forsaken me
Will naught slain thy soul
Within the passeth of the day
Shall thee say nay
To gramercy
Dreadeth fool
Have you already giveth thy spirit
To not betaken me my dearest comrad
For ye will see no good morrow
Thus I shall say farewell
To then passeth of time continuum
Gramercy hast slain my heart
And hast betaken me as its slave
Giveth joyful bringings to ye
For thy canst continue
Good morrow
And may your lord forsake thee
For evermore.
Copyright © Angela Urffer | Year Posted 2010
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