Sonnet 1
Lost to a stream void of stars,I in emptiness
Behold myself as a relic cast beneath earth.
The fool's tradition is to unearth,
The warden has lost keep to love's pest
Let the morn star stay vigil for time past.
The fields are rosary black, they shall sing no more
Are they struck by Hades and I cupid?
Such as speak like men who never loved.
Indeed devils are they who shroud love in laws
Is love one's folly for that a man.
From the heavens my judgment comes
On an iron throne she looks at they in disdain
Love is guiltless so let them free she spoke
To depths with thy laws, not today for I'm no captive.
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