My Guardian Angel 
Saw me drink of something
From the Pierian Spring.
A pact with the Devil?
Life is not that simple.
The Angelus bells ring.
The tree of knowledge stands
Inside the garden glade
It casts its fatal shade.
Man heeds its sad commands.
And thinks he understands.
And makes a doleful trade.
Now my sad angel weeps.
A sad vigil he keeps.
Welcome to SUNDAY MUSE #57 . This is the very first time I’ve written a HEXSONNETTA
eastelmhurst.a.go.go 
I love the form of this poem.
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A sad vigil indeed! A great first hexsonnetta Larry!
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Sad indeed, yet I wonder if they are really placed there for the living.
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Yes I think they’re here to help mankind
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Believing is receiving, Faith.
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