I loathe those depths where demons dance careless.
To hide amid my gaze 'tis now too late.
I watch as still the grey has yet to pass.
Those summer skies doth call thine eyes.
I as Zephyr be, call a cloud alas
A storm prevails to break thine earthly ties.
Thine death remove of me adversity.
Corrupt doth be as you had done to I
Immoral acts against integrity.
As He forgives mercy, I testify.
With blood of thine I washèd all my sin.
Yet dimmèd eyes stare uncertain.
So of course I had a sonnet assignment. I submitted it and I know that not everything is perfectly on iambic pentameter and all that but I was wondering what all you lovely WTWers would think of it. Hope you enjoy(: