Post by Lilliana Blackheart on Oct 24, 2012 20:01:34 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Have you read the rules?
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Lilliana was still awake in her bed. She knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. It was the night before she had to go back to school with her brother. She was thankful that she and her brother were not in the same house. She'd have a simple come apart from the mere thought. She sighed and closed her eyes. She knew she'd have to leave Anna Lynn with her thing called a father. She knew her mother tried to keep care of the youngest Blackheart, but it was simply not enought. Her uncle and grandmother would help, but her uncle worked in the Ministry constantly, and her grandmother lived in Wales.
The moon shone brightly and shone through Lilliana's drapes covering her window. She got out of bed and opened the curtains, looking at the busy streets of London. She smiled softly, confused as to how she should feel, leaving her home for a whole year. She wouldn't even come back during Christmas holiday, and her mother gave her permission for such. Lilliana sighed, closing the curtains and climbed back into her bed. Her cat, Nightmare, pounced on her from no where and curled up at her feet. Lilliana smiled and pulled the blanket up to her chin, hoping to get sleep soon before the long train ride ahead of her the next day.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
