Savoring Bristy Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

Savoring Bristy; My Loving lavendering one: Crieth for YOU ever that I do, for YOU, my love; flowing as the black raven dove. My Thorns, that my Rose; my only lonesome element, my dose from that whence I, yea I have AROSE! Lo! Forever more, Oh! Nevermore; upon death came ravaging hitherto dying my shore. My solitude rocking, rambling, my resemblance the Beast; thy terrible horrific monster that eats my heart consumption for sorrow, for pain, my soul to Feast! My love, my simplicity; My ONE my ONLY, my FARAH BRISTY! Forwarding slowly roughing as the blackness overshadows me and you; thee. Loveth you of the remembrance as the dark demon aura flows disdains me; my trance. a chance thee, I a mere chance to perceive the dignified reefs of moments glance upon our rose withered leaves. My one my only FARAH BRISTY OH MY DEAREST SILVER FILAMENT CHAIN TAINTED SO SWIFTLY, EVEN SICKLY; OH! MY ONE MY ONLY FARAH BRISTY!