And shines from  beds of seas unknown and aged

The  white streaked evening clouds hung like draped  sheets
Momentous like a sign of  pain and rage
Now night has come embroidered with deceit

And I was filled with dangerous conceit
That I myself   created this great  stage
The  white streaked evening clouds hung like draped  sheets

The sun has drowned  itself in waters deep
And shines from  beds of seas unknown and aged
Now night has come embroidered with deceit

So all is monotone and thus discreet
The man by his wife’s grave  in silence prays
The  white streaked evening clouds hang like draped  sheets

There is no moon , this darkness to complete
And all the colours in the  house are greyed
Now night has come embroidered with deceit

Pride and envy have this love decayed
And therefore its offspring are long delayed
The  white streaked evening clouds hung like  marriage  sheets
Thus night has come embroidered with deceit

 

 

 

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.
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