An argosy of stars sprung overhead
Like ancient lanterns, through this forest trail
I traveled on to trace that piercing wail
That chilled my blood and left me full of dread.
That witch’s call I heard I could not shed,
It filled me with a sense of such travail,
I stood before her lair down in the vale,
Where shifting shadows from the moon now spread.
And she came forth. The scent of pungent musk
Hung in the air, her opaque eyes were wild,
She pointed to the moon’s thin-bladed tusk,
She so enchanted me, allured, beguiled.
Gripped like some wicked hurricane at sea
She pulled me into dark depravity.
Please tell me what you think
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A bewitching write...[as usual!!] dark and depraved suits it well... A very edgy Sonnet...
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Your style is just wonderful. I love the flair and delicacy of your words. I am such a big fan of yours!
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This poem is pretty sweet! I really like it! Nicely done!
Keep up the good work! I'll be sure to try and keep a look our for yours!
Nice job once again!
~soccerjazzy~
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Definately paints a picture. I'm so in love! I'm writing a second comment because there weren't enough clappies i could give you. so im giving you 6!!! Such great imagry! I love it!
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woa.....this is AMAZING! Best poem i've read in a LONG time! THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I love your sonnets (guess you can tell) You always paint a vivid picture and take my mind off somewhere else. I especially like your dark sonnets.
Love,
Amera♥
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