Sonnet 7.
Though in heaven shared so sad, so sweet.
Through the schemes that have found the belief
"If we can not be loved is found defeat".
Collapse into our home like some thief
that is wrong in the truth. you cared with love.
A knife inside your hand is music, sick.
Wear beauty was broken by the sun.
Blood is being drained by a lonesome tick
Laying down with a kind of mistake.
Words I cry but so like a monsoon.
The fever will never fade or break
with bandit eyes like a drunken raccoon.
Odin is here "what is the cost of wisdom?"
his voice is calm, a sword-killing kingdom...
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