shade for eternity (sonnet)

shade for eternity a shovel full in darkness' keep were shadows flow, disarm, and creep. by morning dressed in blankets weep, I pray, my lord, my soul to keep. O eldritch tree with mangled rope your yellow finger shades my hope and cool wind casts a misanthrope to hang, my lord, on lichen rope. these heckling eyes show no remourse, and brings about a change of course the reaper swings on charging horse I've failed, my lord, without remourse. O eldritch tree in mangled droop I ask you once with wedding loop.