Sorrow's Guilty Blade
Tomorrow now can never be as fair
as yesterday was ever wont to be
the future of your soul cannot compare
to love so lost asyour love is to me.
cold hands still reaching out in stiff repose
must needs be haunting every where I turn
and even in your sleep my conscience knows
what you now have no earthly way to learn
A traitor never breathes a peaceful breath
but writhes and moans in terrors of the shade,
and though you languish softly in your death
I feel the sting of sorrow's guilty blade.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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