Sonnet II

Alas, demise is afoot and at hand.

Vision, goddess cast far beyond my reach.

Part of the sea - no safe harbor on land -

Haunting the sands on a desolate beach.

Separated by years and circumstance,

Tepid tears and decayed dreams, my repast.

Heart chained and manacled - mind in a trance - 

What weak, wretched knave should not be outcast?

Damn the cost of a voyage forbidden!

To sit cowardly by, never to try,

Would disgrace all of love ever written!

Thus burdened and bound, I'll find her or die!

Regrets and fears account nought for the brave;

A dark fate awaits in my icy grave.