Sonnet X

Blood pierced tears drip from my disfeatured face
Darkened cicatrice left from Leda’s Swan
Rippéd flesh and stolen purity lace
Life in only torture and darkness’ dawn
Lost in shadow, remain another’s pawn.
A heart stoned for one’s crimes uncommitted.
The Pardoned Guilt creates permanent bronze.
Agony! The Angel of Death has beckoned!
Ah… Not him? T’is my own voice that has called.
Pleading the sole Master willing to have
me.  Yet, the only answer is the air silenced.
Worthless to even Him and his ground pave.
Alone, solitude, in despair I lie
Unwilling to live, unable to die.

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