Tainted- Sonnet VI

The Bell is Tolling in the Stately Night,
Its Chime Beckoning to the Lampless Soul,
While Daylight shuns the Course of Human Sight,
And Merit’s Increase cheats Loves Endless Gold.
A spider’s hollow Chanting, discontent,
Insidious whispers creeping in the ear,
While demons lick the heel and try to tempt,
Colouring with Ruby Shades this pallid fear.
Love, Standing stark in this poor sullied hall,
To Watch the Candles gutter and grow dim,
This harrowing visage of Creation’s fall
From All that once held us Close to Him.
And from this vapid pool our moans and wails,
Rise up to Heaven upon the Tainted gale.

~Morgan~
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