The Encyclopedia Sonnetica

Tacit

Tacit The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they Retreat.  A woman wakes.  Her man has gone. So ends a love and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorlesss.  Its blaze As clear as pain, is focused like the throat In...

The Immortal Death

The Immortal Death The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep Into my neck.  So steep these fangs, they breach My heart and suck its chambers straight.  Screams seep Out through the punctures but numb passions leach The sounds to dust.  The sleeping corpse of love...