Only wrecks have gone so far, have blundered
Down, down into that inky black and cold,
Where foundered cities their lost secrets hold,
Home to sponges, their reigns forever sundered.
Here sea snakes hunt where marching armies thundered,
Now giant tube worms their long lengths unfold
Around each sunken idol’s scattered gold
Safe from unclean hands, and yet unplundered.
Down here the fishes have no prying eyes,
These temples totter in a realm of night,
No king with base commands, no tart her sighs,
Where eyeless ashen eels are shafts of light
Among these old and long since foundered graves
Always silent, beneath the haunted waves.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love your sonnets! You tell a story in each one that takes the reader on a vacation. Today; you took me to the deep. Yay!
Love,
Amera♥

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I really like the rhyme scheme here and the story is fabulous! The imagery throughout is compelling and invites the reader on a wonderful trip into a brilliant fantasy.






