On Death, I Shall Be Free
On Death, I Shall Be Free
On herself, much cruelty was afflictedSeldom, would it leave, her so confused mindNever a trial, yet she was convictedShe would wonder, when will the world, be kind
Leaving her alone, as the unwantedSilent by pretence, never to admitBut; by his lies, was forever hauntedHe was nothing, by none; a hypocrite
But; this demon sent, knew how to hurt herEven to smirk, in his own, devilmentAt unjust penalties, she would incurBut not free, from his, own impenitent
For she knows, she has been, left out to dieBut: on her death, the world would see his lie
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
To be followed on by the Sonnet - The Devil's Reply . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2018
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