Why do you tread this weary path? to bring some comfort to a sagging and heaving heart. Do you not see beyond those eyes? there shall be no rest this soul may share on mans sacred earth. No my love - shed not your tears for such is wasted flesh I am attired in. it is a great falsehood you carry - as an uncrowned fool - if believing your tears shall end this tale with sublime ending. I shall pay well as my forfeit decrees - yes and rightly so - my sorrowful love, for I would defend your honour time upon time, and that was my choice to do so. For your betrothal I held dearly with much more height and depth than my own meager existence. So cry not, my sweet rose, for that adds such a weight to this burden I bear with no regrets this far. Yet - when I see your sorrow it grieves me more than my own trembling frame can suffer. Please come here, my love, let these arms embrace your shoulders, let my breath take in your innocence, for this will be a fond memory to carry in my last hooded and breathless act. Tremble not, sweet love, for are you not a shining ray set to burst through such a weighted darkness, to throw your light about me and gather up my soul. To elevate my heart so high it flies on a Nightingales chorus. Listen love - do you not hear them awaiting on my company, then greet the morning Sun with a smile upon my lips. That hangman’s noose is ready with but one name on it and that is mine. So go now, my love, take yourself to a place far from these miserable confines, search out a true man to love you and let not splendour we almost shared, fade - as this last night is fading.
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