SONNET VI

Living in your world of safety
Breathing in just pure air
Beyond your boundaries I exist
Where life is not always fair

Here lies a wasteland that's inert
With just dried blood on the stones
Pure wilderness, an endless desert
A desert full of corpses and bones

You rule your bed of rose petals
But don't step out of your sheath
There you are and here I am...
I rule the land of plague and death

Be forever where you have been
Or you'll see what you've never seen