Welcome, they said, to a house built of ill
Young eyes that knew hate most fervent
Though the child was spared by the heaven’s will
To the deities of death, I am the servant
Under them, I vowed to carry this debt
A knot of hate, forged into a title
With shield and sword, my path in crimson was set
And for causes worthless, I was not idle
But that path, however wrecked, led me to you
A spoonful of delight from darkest night
For perfection’s embrace, I would pay any due
Hands soaked red never deserved light
To your paramour, a reward of pain
A course of sorrow from fate’s sick master
What love had given, crushed under bane
Dooming an Eden to cruel disaster
For the crime of the affection over destiny
A dishonest sin I will wear with pride
Now begins retribution sans empathy
For the corrupted touch of a stolen bride
What’s this? Something new?! Wowzers!
This is a little something I wrote for my Creative Writing class, which made me appreciate just how difficult it can be to write poetry. All the styles and rules and subtle flavors to use. So have no idea if this kinda, sorta double sonnet works, but it’s one of the easier ones I came up with.
I hope you all enjoy.