Liturgy's Sonnet

I vow here not to write for thy contempt,
Performing for the undying masses.
To fall short with a lowly failed attempt,
Thy eyes bear witness behind fogged glasses.

For the trueness of my ego proceeds,
I am what I am, my fondness lacks breath.
Not I will divulge into sins or deeds,
To bond to thy rule, a fate like Macbeth.

Now let my soul rest, you lack potent gal,
I am me, myself, not you; and that is all.

Uniquely Yours,
~Chiko!