Fall for a god,
What greater wrath brought it naught,
To see the sun serenade the stars,
Whilst the moon is left distraught;
Watch the face of death,
Know the taste of love,
Is it not farce that meeting such,
Tears become laughter in the mouth?
Beauty is in love and death,
Seers and prophets view its form,
Eternal as sunrises and sunsets,
Maketh paradise its home.
Die if you must, live if you dare-
Cast your lots then, In this ambiguous affair.
A sonnet inspired by Will, and his undying love for Alice.