Friday, April 13, 2012

Inverted Sonnet

You will find my most expedient  copse
Hidden in the lowest of dwellings, so
As not to offend the locals of hell.
Shall I be so foolish as to camp with
Those that have proclaimed themselves as evil
Incarnate, painted lies upon their brows?
I am a double agent in their midst.
So now they seek to tear my crispy flesh
That was once so fair, as in England's shrouds
Of blessed sunshine; but I shall instill
Fear within the hearts of such fearful Sith
As these that they cannot so much as blow
Soot from fifthly hands to make me a corpse!

                                                             Inverted Sonnet, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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