More Bad Sonnetry.

.....This time in honor of TBT, who has not been feeling well lately. Makes me wish I were a better writer.

When scented petals of summers' sweet blooms
Do drift upon waves of fire-y aires,
Hot from deep laughter of King Leo's doom.
Their perfume shrouds all thought and hides all cares.

From curtains thick she bursts upon the stage,
Her raven hair a wreath around desire.
A beauteous auroral docent mage,
To guide me on my journey through fire.

She raises her arms to command the skies.
In spells she utters as a musicale,
That mesmerize all with compelling guise,
And bring joy when they do recall the tale.

The evocator captured a lost soul
Creating life new to add to God's roll.

.....Hmmm, maybe a little more focus as well. It's difficult to find that these days. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.