sonnet 69

and like a phoenix she will rise
during dreams she will hypnotise,
when he stirs from a night of themes
shadows inprinted on their screams,
a lantern moon is hooked and soon
moonlight inflames a simple rune,
as its feathers soar through the air
his head is bowed in silent prayer.
what is beauty you do ask, soul
to soul, will spin and flip the bowl,
inflight lovers take to flight, bound
in chains one hundred cries resound;
whilst to the music they will burn
until the end through ash to urn.

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