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A murderer reflects on the one he has killed. Sonnet from class that I actually like.
Odd-eyed one, from the very beginning
You charmed me out of my shadowed soul.
Your spark is a memory unending.
A bed of roses could not show your whole
Majesty, for you are glorious.
Ah, if only you had seen those
Looks from all that proved you victorious
Over others that buried you like the snow.
I fond comfort in the fact that
I was the last to hear you breathe a breath
Your brilliant orbs darken in the night at
The time your heart stopped, frozen in death.
Odd-eyed one, forever hidden from the light,
I am the killer you find in the night.
I'm the only one who'll understand the last three lines of the first stanza...