This sonnet inspired by the unforgettable line, "Her skin was white, like the bones of his comrades, eaten by the birds", as observed by a VAMPIRE PRINCE of a BEAUTEOUS HUMAN PRINCESS.
Shall I compare thee to a raven's lunch?
Thou art more pale and more limp of wrist:
Rough molds do mar dead cheeks, and the sweet crunch
Of bones fades swiftly in
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