The Desertās Fading Soul

Dieth by me beautifulĀ woman,
Or, fearful purityĀ hideĀ thine eyes.
Despite sunsetting chills
Thy fleshĀ donātĀ yield likewise.
To face in Hellās scorching flames,
Or Heavenās heavy stars,
Skin, in spite, ever radiates.
Thoā wounds shanāt grow scars.
Such pity that God not bestow
Sand to burn, to fuel our coals.
For between the dunes: it is all,
All we haveĀ to saveĀ our souls.
So lay next to me in the dust,
MethinksĀ it will be soon.
Hold mine hand to watch the sun,
Will we not witness the setting moon?
Sely complexity thou art,
Rest thy head next to mine.
And when I breatheĀ thineĀ air;
I will know thy heartĀ be divine.
Mine eyesĀ canāstĀ not preserve
From the dying flame, any or all
Except angel eyes, glowing,
Not too big nor too small.
But who art thou who ceases when senses doth,
Who art thou to dieth by my side?
Could I not manifest a priest,
To confess my sins and all thatās inside?
My fear conquers the gates to my body,Ā
Thoā I will not let it into my mind.
Thou out-ranketh even bishop in soul,
ThyĀ hands ease the pain IĀ leavethĀ behind.
O what delicate creation is thou.
Thy world is mine, live whilst I live.
But I must die now.

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Comments
This is a STUNNING piece of work AUSTIN......your use of Olde English is quite well delivered......but its the subject matter itself that truly shines here.....the beauty of the Angel lying near......and conversing as death knocks at the door.....creating some truly memorable imagery!!......PINNED!!.....an excellent write dear poet brother!!......a truly magical creation!!......well done!!....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xoĀ :Ā )
Thank you :) I really appreciate it