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.
we live for is this vict'ry called love
'tis Cupid's Vendetta 'gainst those like us
September 24, 2006