Will you not meet me underneath the waves?
‘Cause there I lie; I fear the Shadow’s Son —
who gently sings the Broken to their graves.
I was the bearer of a searing sun —
when you burned bright, burned fiercely in my heart;
burnt to the very core, it mattered none.
They say I loved you from the very start —
and did not see when envy drowned the light;
when boiling storms just tore my heart apart.
Yet, here I float, in seas of darkest night —
soon to be bound to whom my soul enslaves;
the Shadow’s Son, who whispers songs of blight.
I seek the One whose heart the darkness braves…
Will you not meet me underneath the waves?
( Terza Rima Sonnet)
