What wicked thing this way cometh~A Sonnet
Cometh the new dawn of day
thoughts of evil cloudeth and fray
a mind struggles with seared pain
seized pon for the opportunists gain
Seek the Son cleareth the mind
starteth thy day yesterday behind
feel thy breath loves efficiency
know who's hand dost love unconditionally
yesterday a mere memory
today be made history
treateth wise treasure time
for too often becometh benign
for what wicked thing this way cometh
conquered is he who seeks thy soul to taketh!