Something I wrote last month at our school's writing club. I REGRET NOTHING!
Incarnadine (v): to make red with blood.
Fall
My dear rapscallion, pray incarnadine
Not the brick below your feet; instead please stay
'Till dawn tomorrow, 'till a new sun shines
And lights our world afresh and makes us ungray'd.
Ignore the green-eyed archvillain who claims
A power over you-he has no say
In our lives together, in our safe puzzl'games.
He is but a passing Shadow, gone with day.
This summit you are perched upon impedes
Our conversation; I beg you come down
So we may have council, and plan to defeat
The criminal who aims for the Crown-
By Jove, I should not have agreed to wait;
I have failed you, friend, for I am too late!