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Dear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
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The Butterfly Jar
In her hand was a little jar
With a butterfly shaped motif
Small enough to fit in her palm
Large enough to hold her beliefs
And all of the hopes and the dreams
And the harrowing memories
She promised one day to reveal
The contents of the jar to me
Protected by the butterfly
Her secrets remained safe and sound
Each echoing in their own space
As there was no one else around
The winged beauty remained loyal
As the days like clouds floated by
It too was once a caterpillar
That never dreamt it could fly
Now like a butterfly she'll escape
From her chrysalis-like mind
She will shed all of her sorrows
Underneath the silken sunshine
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The Stalker's Path
You allowed my presence
To be your malady
So fragile in essence
With vulnerability
The last of the letters
Has finally been sent
No newspaper cuttings
Just these feelings to vent
Alone in my abode
At the dining room table
I relinquish romance
To the realms of fable
The time of no reply
Holds sway over my life
Fork for food, spoon for sauce
Redundant is my knife
Arrogant ignorance
Have you forgot my name
Watch from your widow's walk
As you drench me in shame
Out to sea, out of sight
You cast my memory
I'll run aground on the shores
Of your inequity
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History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
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I think this is my best sonnet till date! Your thoughts? 
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" title="Live-Write-Now" />. First off I want to point out how it is a sonnet. They are so hard to write and I never could write them.
First impression: Very interesting, of course in the good way. I love how you personified Death, by calling her a person and made her out not to be something really bad, but something that is going to be inevitable and not welcomed.
The third line, where you say 'teary plea', the phrase of that, well the meaning is so overused but you managed to make it sound brand new. The more I reread that line the more I like it because Death is something that many wish not to face.
'Monsoon cloud' is such an interesting analogy. I don't believe that I've ever heard of something being referred like that, but the more I think, the more it makes sense in my mind. Again, it goes with that though of something that cannot be prevented so it should be accepted.
I had to reread the last line three times to fully understand it, but it was well worth the time. In the end, we all belong to death, and I have to say that, its the end that makes me really like your poem. How you waited for her, and in the end when life finally let you go, you went with Death without a second thought.
All around, a wonderful poem. I hope to see more.