Sonnetry For A Gothic Saturday.

.....Kind of dark in tone, but presented without further comment...

Soft darkness gently falls on the cold ground.
Sharp edges slice the air with moves precise.
In layers intricate that muffles sound.
The fragile filaments wave to entice.

A shroud that cocoons the soul in tight wraps.
Against the cold the blanket will protect.
The warmth of life a memory that traps.
And to the living comfort will affect.

The raucous piercing cries disharmonize.
A myriad of black wings filter sight.
They obscure future to deny the wise.
Their laughter taunting with chaotic might.

The past is woven in deeds of the day.
The cloth is worn that will show future's way.

.....Aaron / Arontius.