Farewell Sonnet

FAREWELL SONNET


Under the moonlight sparkle of your soul
Everything is always like te saddest tale
without you, I I guess that my world is pale
And My knowledge will be buried in a hole

The beautiful moon has not a sweet spark
And through barley fields I can't find our sparkle
Because now our old world is extremely dark
And we can't reach heaven to avoid our sickle.

And now, completely alone I must sale
All My nightmares have now disappeared
I know that I'll always know my own fear

Because I've already wept my last tear
And I've already told you our last tale.
This is the day to say that my world is not pale.