The Mists Of Sonnetry.

.....Sometimes these things just seem to lurk, stalking me until I exorcise them by putting them in black-and-white. Things have been rather intense lately, which doesn't usually lead to bright and cheery rhymes, even when forced. But this one valiantly tries to bring hope towards the end.

With flowing stride she softly fills the mind.
The tenebrous long fingers do caress,
A rhythmic dance of beguilement will find,
The soul in a prison by duress.

A breath of wind exhales, and curls the mists.
Soft whispers chase the swirls with secrets fierce.
They grow in strength, their words becoming fists.
Cacophony of pain to minds they pierce.

The trumpets of hope are heard from afar,
As Gabriel's fleet soldiers forward ride.
Brisk winds of joyous voices mists will mar.
Warm fellowship of family will guide.

Dark visions conjured by depraved intent.
Dispelled by the light of the penitent.

.....I need to log in entries via Live Journal again. I've been stalking, but there IS a certain amount of exorcism in pounding out what's on your mind into a blog. I need to remember that more often.

.....Aaron / Arontius.