110 And my sworn innocence doth not in thee impede, Nor trust in aught that from my lips doth proceed, And set art thou on paths where harsh decrees lead, Then I, alas, am trapped, no refuge to be found, For thou art like the night that ever doth surround. Though I may think the space ‘twixt us is wide and vast, Inevitably, like night, thy shadow thou dost cast. No distance spares me from thy reach, so stern and grim, Like nightfall’s cloak, encompassing on every whim. In this bleak hour, where hope and light doth seem to flee,
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