Author: Ellen Brand PM
A Shakespearean sonnet this time... I hope. Appropriate, ne?Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 203 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 04-11-01 - Status: Complete - id: 251210
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For I am one acquainted with the night,
And I have walked its dark and secret ways,
And wended on the path 'twixt black and white
And turned my back on that which lit my days.
Like Abraham, I offered up my son.
I sacrificed the one that I loved most.
I gained my power from that which I'd done
And now am haunted by a lonely ghost.
There in the shadows 'round me lurks a shade,
The image clear of my only regret.
His is a spirit that will not be laid
And in another's eyes, he haunts me yet.
As history comes spinning round again
And brings me face to face with what has been.