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The Queen's Sin

 

(the king) blessed was not your unhappy fate to being about another hell?

(the Queen) cool desires to set pleasure higher beneath my naked sin, but hope secure a lessen delight will me not to be gone from here? 

(the king) this death, this dying soul, this common day you wish to test our love! but now the guests, the hosts, the other ghosts vast over there. my body afraid to walk forth yea to hear my voice say, Leave this place! 

(the Queen) Oh dear husband, deep in the knees of sweet mute heaven was the moment I had to know, but an fell whisper of the half way lips of wondering make known the name for I be an blasphemous lover? 

(The King) sweet is the haunted gate of vain! I shall think you an fool to test my love again! for the prime is to sweet to hold back my decree, for i kiss to say I love you no more, Now Leave! 

(The Queen) all that hate but no pity to this motherless self, and the ghost of the nights this dark path awaiting to guild my feets? for truth itself is an test, and a lie is to great an punishment. 

Copyright © Ronald Campbell 2018

Form of Poetry

Sonnet

Author: Ronald Campbell
in darkness the loud sea makes moan and earth is shaking, and I alone have come into exsit

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