Words Left Unsaid (Imogen Herondale's Sonnet)
(I may have a full fanfiction coming soon, but for now, enjoy!
Imogen Herondale's last words).
Thou came'st of me, and yet so far away the hand of a cross angel has swept thee.
What link doth bind us? I could never say.
The labors of my love in thee I see.
Yea, child, though I don a mask of stone and set thought of affection 'pon a pyre;
the road of our lost hist'ries I bemoan -
Even as I sting, I fight desire.
Thou art my pride and joy, I must display
affection, as mine candle wavers thin;
Thus, I shall step afore the Blest today
without divulging words I've bound within.
I only ever deigned to hold you near
to cleave away the lies and fight your fear.