Those chiselled cheekbones hunting every day,
Curving into smiles deceitfully soft,
His silver tongue leading light hearts astray,
Burying single souls in love aloft;
Caressing prey, Cupid simmers aglow,
His quill of scarlet ink clawing vellum,
His marauding muse, a shimmering bow,
Sharpening arrows of loving venom;
Wrathfully grieving for his ensnared heart,
Fallen on raven nights and endless hours
Of love undesired; a binding apart,
Lain back on bleeding thorns of past flowers;
Blooming teardrops, a beauty to behold,
His crown of red roses born, wild and cold.
(Shakespearean sonnet - ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
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In The Depths Of Darkness (Poetry)
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