" Shroud of Misery "

I lie shaken,at the beauty of a dark enchantress

Just outside of her sight, I shiver in the dark

Our eyes meet, my fate sealed.

Not but her love could gratify me,

I'd lie ungratified for certain.

For I'm condemned fo loneliness,

cursed to a shroud of misery.

And that she'd grace my existence, but a dream.

For depression begets depression,

sorrow begets sorrow,

and in my bed of sorrow I'll lie for all eternity.

Therein lies my pain,

Therein lies my destruction,

and there I lie, suffering, in my shroud of misery.

Writtn by: Beau



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