Sonnet Of The Apocalypse

Conceal the body of love with darkness,
For it is no longer to roam the world,
Unlock the eyes of Lady Hope's blindness,
As the petals of a wilted rose curl.
Condemn notions of sweet sunshine to die,
As horror swings free from strings of hpe frayed,
Permit the heavens to, with the earth, cry,
A reminder of innocence decayed.
Let blood flow from the heart's lacerations,
Open the casket of death's true haunting,
Shield minds from fatality's temptations:
Scenes from the lives of lovers left wanting.
Let these last lines of hate cry through my lips,
Indeed Love shall be my apocalypse