More Sonnetry.

.....Two sonnets in a week. I'm on a roll:

The summer blossoms teased with fragrance sweet.
Words proclaimed recklessly in drunken vows.
A covenant of rings on heads will seat,
To bind in service for their lands to dowse.

The petals swiftly fell to Winter's breath,
A rotten stench now from decaying life.
Harsh voices rising with the bite of death,
Across a ravenous land mad with strife.

The battlements were nearly overrun,
In foes disguised in cloth of friendship fair.
The rings were targets bright as summer sun,
To blind those who would challenge with no care.

The innocence of youth a precious gift,
When wisdom from the ashes you must sift.

.....Somewhat dark and brooding. Need to get some Vitamin Sunlight I think.

.....Aaron / Arontius.