Vengeance

I sit here middle of the night with this beautiful demon in the absence of my own vision, listening to the melodies of Shakespeare’s piercing words, embroidering loyalty within mine Heart. Sinking in the untrustworthy essence of odoriferous. How deep should I dig in the case of selenophobia, thy envious wrath creates a potion made from mine shameful splendour, indeed longing to fall with virtue without motion in an untimely Despair. I come to thou to make amends but if thou not to agree, I am but at thy grace prepared for thy cold dish. All I ask from thee is to leave me where thy future is vaguest. Damned are I.