I should have re-covered that discolored visage of mine with frosted disdain.
Alack! my beloved departed Cavalier, my minions are howling the name of their Queen in the Emerald forest, I cannot resist that forceful tragic pain that gnaws at my etiolated heart.
At midnight, in the pale vanishing glimmer of the dark sun, behold the train of my robe.
Be swift, my Lord of the ravens for they shall be tearing with sharp and shrilly stakes my dispersed body.
Shush,the green-eyed doe is breathing her last
