A Sonnet

Who can satisfy the endless yearning,
Of a love lost but that love lost itself?
For of what value is a life worth living,
But to fulfill the desires of the self?
With plenty, power and carnal pleasures
Are these not the fancies that we so seek?
To gain all the world and all its treasures,
So then, trample the feeble and the meek,
Destroy and conquer for these pleasures told,
Spill the adulterous blood of the whore,
Until thy soul to Hell’s bastion be sold
To be then damned a thousand years and more!
By fire gold is tried, man by his living,
So be wise then and follow Love’s bidding.

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