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Sonnet C
My muse hides from sight in the Sonnet C Surfing the waves of rhyme, ignoring me We unlock the secrets of the Silence Poet Destroyer’s mine in alliance You forged a fling in the Winged Warrior? Fly clear of any grammar barrier, or did you play SKAT and steal an Ace card? I know you slept and dreamt of him, The Bard Fly back, leave the Red Fiery and her friends At Broken Wings? we can still make amends! Drink my words and fuel your buoyant mind We paint a picture, one in mastermind Art lives for ever, lead my words my muse No death can from this page our words refuse disclaimer: Respect to Shakespeare’s Sonnet C and all other poets listed or implied Sonnet C Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem, In gentle numbers time so idly spent; Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem And gives thy pen both skill and argument. Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey, If Time have any wrinkle graven there; If any, be a satire to decay, And make Time's spoils despised every where. Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life, So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife. Shakespeare
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