I hate myself for having it
For allowing myself to believe that the ending will be different
There has never been anything else
No other way for things to go
Its sometimes the most cruel poison.....
Shooting stars are just falling rocks that don't grant wishes
The gospel is words, no prophecy within them
And its not that there is nothing around the corner
There was never even a corner to turn
Sometimes I drown in the depths of the unfulfilled the unrealized
The unobtained
But I'm a fool if I still believe there is anything to gain
Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be
It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the world to frippery
The jousts with Father Time who drew disdain
Yet deep inside is where brave knight remains
A lifetime of adventures, good and bad
The love he searches for, still unobtained
Still finding peace, his "grail" this Gallahad
Perhaps, I'll buy a quill one of these days
Release Sir Knight and legends of his ways
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet abab bcbc cdcd ee
Forget me not my love,
My unobtained heart beats only for you,
You are my shining knight, you are my darkest day.
Caress me with your gentle hands,
Seduce me with your bittersweet kiss,
Suppress me with your love.
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