Full Of Dark Intentions (Sonnet #3)

Full of dark intentions
Too chicken to fullfill them,
Full of stark inventions
But all of them a problem.

Aglow with weak creations,
Little left to stand on,
Aglow with meek vibration,
A torture I must don.

Below all my recitations
All my stupid things,
Below all my visitations
From poor men and from kings.

Perish and toil, perish and toil,
Perhaps another soul needs oil.

by Mathew Lewis

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