Sonnet #4: Vendetta

Cupid hath vanquished our virtuous goals.

Needles piercing in a vague form of lust.

Even Venus left us burning upon the coals

Claiming venereal emotions just.

Virgins we are when we first are allured.

The darts are welcome feeling of pain

What victims we are when we hope for more.

And searching, we are but looking in vain.

With a deadly spear and vermillion stains

Those poison-tipped arrows shot from above

Let all of the venom bleed out through our veins

Through valleys and vales we voyage for love.

All we live for is this vict'ry called love
'tis Cupid's Vendetta 'gainst those like us

September 24, 2006