Sonnet IV

The wind so eas’ly breaks the windmill strong And smolders the candle’s brilliant flame; It silences and carries ‘way the bird’s song, But cruel, it knows and it claims thee by name. Existence, in turn, severs just the same. Innocence becomes degradation’s bliss, Passion’s youth is hushéd and of defame, And thy only pleasure becomes…

Sonnet V

The wither of a rose in foggéd glass Reflections of hidden swords and the heart Of Kurtz thine eyes so modestly can cast. The depth of solace I find in my art Stands, my David, when Goli’th and he part. My knight, symbols, strike out, inward and through! Slay the Fallen, the cursed, the weak…

Sonnet VI

Tears of fire drip from burnéd sockets. The char of scourge stains thy fresh ragged face Seest thou the once-filled, now empty lockets, The years by, the broken chain thou erase?! The cursed hands thy heart reacheth out with To touch the unsuspecting and tender Souls that lie within the Ulysses myth. The empty jar,…

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…

Sonnet X

Blood pierced tears drip from my disfeatured face Darkened cicatrice left from Leda’s Swan Rippéd flesh and stolen purity lace Life in only torture and darkness’ dawn Lost in shadow, remain another’s pawn. A heart stoned for one’s crimes uncommitted. The Pardoned Guilt creates permanent bronze. Agony! The Angel of Death has beckoned! Ah… Not…