The Nightingale’s Song by Jonas Hyde Hark, oh hear, this tale I need to share, for perhaps its moral can save your soul, as she saved mine. For on that night, now so long ago, her Nightingale’s Song was first whispered to me. I remember it clearly, as if its the only memory left...
The Long Walk by Jonas Hyde Home is where the heart is, or so the angels say, but my heart is with you my love, and you are so far away. Is there reason for our rhyme I questioned once, but now I question all the time. I tread alone, the curse and cross...
My Death by Jonas Hyde My Death, I bid you hello, welcome you to my domain, ‘fore you invite me to yours, e’ermore. Some may pray, others may weep, tho’ not I my friend, those words shalln’t be whispered, even once from my breath. In their stead I thank you, for not coming sooner,...
The Sickness by Jonas Hyde As I spoke to you today, I felt the sickness deep inside, aching, feverish, plagued by love lost. I can feel your curse, you the fifth harbinger, I cower to your tempest, making me reach for the pill, to take the pain of you away. I walk these streets,...
Lady of my Dreams by Jonas Hyde Lady of my Dreams, of frail frame and soul that glistens and gleams, how I so long for thee, in a way that is not as it seems, for I need thee to live and breath. Raven’s hair, and skin so fair, how I so long for...
Portrait of You Jonas Hyde Last night I finished, my portrait of you, raven haired beauty, my heart burns anew, which stirred this likeness, gazing back at me, born of chalk and love, even oils pure, this visage I made, captures beauty sure, of both skin and soul, as all will agree. It tortures...
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