As Thee Will'Eth

Poem By Robert L. Bixler III

For the love of thy night creature,
Call’eth, with thy heart, dark romance’s very teacher.
As thee will’eth on thy heavenly plain,
So shall it be in thy hellish refrain.

To bask’eth in divine love
While’st thy bodies fall from above.
For this mortal sin
Will eat ourselves both from within.

Angelic presence should not be tainted
By thy demonic love, so un-sainted.
Pure Spirit of thee hold’st true
To thy darkened fleshly hue.

Still thee summons thy shade
And thyself appears as inferno’s flames fade.
True love, in eye-lock’eth gaze, commence
As we art to be’eth together forever since.

To create love equal to none,
Thee has spurned the very One
In creation of thine passion
That be’eth from no lofted fashion.

For the love of thy night creature,
Call’eth, with thy heart, dark romance’s very teacher.
As thee will’eth on thy heavenly plain,
So shall it be in thy hellish refrain.

Comments about As Thee Will'Eth

Thank you very much... I shall work on it. Thanks for reading. -RLBIII
Well thought out but the rhyme was forced in several places, and the flow really hit some bumps. Try tightening up the lines to the flow and let the poem rhyme effortleesly.


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