National Poetry Month

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Sonnet Macabre Theodore Wratislaw


I love you for the grief that lurks within
Your languid spirit, and because you wear
Corruption with a vague and childish air,
And with your beauty know the depths of sin;

Because shame cuts and holds you like a gin,
And virtue dies in you slain by despair,
Since evil has you tangled in its snare
And triumphs on the soul good cannot win.

I love you since you know remorse and tears,
And in your troubled loveliness appears
The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss:

I love you for your hands, that calm and bless,
The perfume of your sad and slow caress,
The avid poison of your subtle kiss.

Comments

[chthonicsiren.livejournal.com]

Your taste in poetry is SO. GOOD.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank you.

[kessie.livejournal.com]

:o

Hello, poem for Riku which I can now use for springkink.

I realy, really like this one!

[kessie.livejournal.com]

Oh, wait, also Hisoka to Tsuzuki. Hmmm.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ha! This must be one of those fannish poems- the ones that strike everyone as being about one character or another. I'd called it for Alec, myself.

[veleda-k.livejournal.com]

Heh, I was all "Richard to Alec, right? Right?" as I read it.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

*laughs* So glad I'm not the only one who saw that. But it fits so well!

[project-manager.livejournal.com]

Ooh beautiful! Thanks for posting.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! This seems to be the most popular poem I've posted. *grins*