Love's Red Lance

In wan dreams arm in arm with strange romance
I move down moonlit halls each night at dusk,
My lovers and myself seem each a husk
Like gauzy ghosts in some hypnotic trance,
And so each night we dance and dance and dance
Below the crescent moon's thin-bladed tusk,
The cool air's hung with scents of myrrh and musk
While all my heart is pierced with love's red lance.

And as the dawn comes up my lovers sigh
Their pretty lips now quiver and their guile
Evaporates like dew, they seem to die,
The Sun ascends. I'm left there for awhile,
And I grow sad, as daylight is a thief,
And yet I know my dreams will soothe all grief.




Sonnet by Achernar
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Written on 2009-10-29 at 16:08

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Lavender Blue
Congratulations, Sir, for being chosen for the feature on this site. No wonder, though, as this luxurious penning is worthy of notice and appreciation all the way through its lovely text. I am proud to know thee, good poet.
2009-11-02


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This text has been chosen to be featured on the front page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting it on our poetry web site.
2009-10-31


Rob Graber
Nice job meeting the demands of the Italian sonnet's rhyme scheme; metrically perfect (to my ear), with very fine caesurae in lines 10-12!
2009-10-29


Brian Oarr
Beautiful sonnet, sir Ache!
2009-10-29