Sonnet V

O, Bedlam, where Osiris chases
Round my cinder effigies
Emergents from inferno blazes--
Scourges them to bright frenzies,
The matron of delerium
With condor wings shall be the fleetest,
Across old, vast Ephesium
To sting the Muse who sings the sweetest.
And I, suspended 'tween the years,
Shall wield the sickle-bladed moon
Against the necks of vanquished fears,
And bravery is new-illum'd.
Ennobled by your violent rages,
My ink-stained mind adorns these pages.
(finis)
Friday, 8 February, 2008
12:50p