Sonnet VII

Sounds of defeat echo through the hollow
Walls of a once filled quintessence.  A soul
once lived with the freedom of the Swallow,
now buried within a dark shadowed hole.
Space, dense with deceit, pain, and lies; the role
Carried by the Ones who birthed fallacious
Honesty, and sheltered the very troll
Fettered for a grave, and my hellacious
End.  Thy hands washed clean of the sagacious
Night owl, once on moonlit wings, inn’cent flight,
Now cast aground and stepped by malicious
Breaths.  A silence of passion, strength and might;
A glance of confusion, the acts of thee
Search the quest of a stone, and who killed me.

One Comment Add yours

  1. dancome says:

    Hello ~ Awesome article ~ Thank You


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