Love Poem: Unto Me
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Written by: Alyssa Finley

Unto Me

What shall thyself do?
                When the night mourns thy selfless brew
                                And shall call upon thee
                                As for soon, ye shall see
                           The blackened eyes of death
                      That lingers past the baby’s breath
                    That shall grow upon thy future grave
                           And ye cannot soulfully save
                                     Thyself upon thee
                                       Of all the things
                             That ye hath done unto me

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                                       Contain thyself
                                 As ye shall make a fall
                                   Into the arms of Hell
                           And under all demons' claws
                                   For the horrid crime
                                    Of that against love
                             That ye hath done unto me

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                                                But, 
                        O, what a torturous lapsing hand!
             That makes me burrow upon the ocean sand
          And turned the sour grin of the devil upside down
                      That left him to cry upon thy grave
                          Onto which in time I shall lay
                            That ye hath done unto me

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                         As I yet wait upon the calling year
                 Of angels to whisper into my troubled ear
                              That all hath been a dream
                          Of the awakening smile of thee
                                      But can not one 
                               Turn thy events undone
                            That ye hath done unto me?