Sonnet

Your dirge is jigging,but who will warm my heart,

Kissing the sun,flying in somewhere dark,

It’s a golden sky,being full of goldfindhes,

I’m a prisoner,so where can own my happiness?

My life,you are my knell,

Pick me up ,to the distant Nile.

My song,my angelo,take my satanic soul away,

How I wish I could reach a place gray.

Becoming the prime,looks for the misty God,

Becoming the crime,murders our dying Lord.

It’s a dark sky,being full of antichrists,

The burning roses cried like a child.

My alas in the penumbra are so sad,

I’m yours my God,but you makes me so sad.