Sonnet: Mercy’s Prise

D—– dear, you’re lucky to be dead!
To have escaped the parody you name,
Is Mercy’s gracious gift; and yet you came
Back, so ungrateful for her gift, instead

Of resting–came to save these two, misled,
And taught us much, as much you did disclaim,
Of worth and duty, honour, deed, and shame.
Thus in death, you lessons bled as said:

“You must surely love, if love you must:
And loving still, through irony or kind,
Uplifting thoughts, you would, inspired above
All evil, rise.” If ever I could find
The prise of justice now, I’d not so mind
That you are gone–that left us more, our Love.

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Intro: Anachronicon

Once I wished you knew
Then I feared that never would you know
Never would you see

Once I knew that you knew
Then I realised that you had always known
Always did you see

This is why you smiled
And we always saw you smiling
Smiled when we saw you

Smiled when you saw us.
Always had your smile told us
That you knew.

Then you were gone
And instead of crying, we laughed.
Because you had known.

And then…

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