Vinegar

My first Shakespearian sonnet :)

Once at the mercy of the mouth of mars,
Existence blurred into such unknown form,
For you were placed beyond the glowing stars,
Yet destroyed by a wild and whirling storm.
Oh does a young blossom ever wait to bloom?
Do drooped petals ever further arise?
Oh no, death’s lips have kissed this flower’s moon,
And thou has loomed below its vacant eyes.
And from this tarnished sphere I was taken,
Then led through the stream by a lone arrow.
Brought where an unknown soul is not hearkened,
And the window of the past lies below.
Oh fair being hath arrested thy soul,
Now naked essence of an evenings stroll.