Sonnet For The Dying {4-3-3-4- Format}

And, should my hemispheres ever ossify, Freezing logic's mind from reason's plane, Should I ever be trapped in desuetude- Close my eyes, love, and tell me you love me. While I slept the Reaper stood o'er my dream, Its ominous presence disturbs and distorts- Deliverance aborted by th' wings of dawns Angel, I felt her prowess in the womb of my spirit, Felt the wrath of her rescue beneath my soul- Snap th' Reapers neck in shards of seven. Upon waking from this paragon of assurance I fear not th' moment my lungs surrender breath. Close my eyes, love, come th' day I no longer can- smile at yo'rs, as that be a fate worse then death. ©MMXVII-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan, Jr / FjR