Sonnet X

Oh fate, you've pushed me to accept your deal;
Surrender all that I've seen fit to give.
I once had hope but night did come and steal
Those winds that made these faithful sails to live.
I've seen the melody harmonious
In twisting their own fated strands to hold,
Where once I stood erroneous
To speak with naught against a wall of gold.
And this quick truth does now mark a descent
Of dying loves where once there had been life
Placed with the night on a dead man's crescent,
Though forced in vain to live in endless strife.
Now to the victor go these saintly spoils
While to the grave go ghosts of these last toils.