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I wrote these sonnets a while back, and I was wondering if perhaps you folks here on BSR might appreciate them:
Phantom (inspired by the capsule song)
Even a demon can have angel eyes.
His sweetest evils will hide just beneath.
His voice easily reveals demise,
His lies and her doom waiting behind teeth.
The incubus is waiting to unsheath
His sword upon her; He is her fighter
And her lover, and sheâs his prize, his wreath.
He promises to make her life brighter.
She runs to his arms; surely, heâll right her,
He solves her tight in her bed of water.
With her submission he chokes and bites her;
He is her hunter, she is his slaughter.
If ever you meet him, and he asks to lay,
Remember that phantoms hide best in day.
Two Plus Two More Makes An Unholy Fourteen (inspired by John Donne's Holy Sonnet 14)
Knock up a lazy explorer tonight,
Make me a concept quite unexpected.
Breathe life into me, and dare to invite
Me into a place most unprotected.
Shine flourescence as I take my first flight
Into a nature wholly infected.
Break me down into pieces void of soul,
Atoms akin to the sum of its parts.
Blow me away once Iâve finished my role,
Finish me off the same way that life starts.
Burn my limp corpse as if my bones were coal,
Fire for the future of your human hearts.
Seek to mend me if you enjoy failing,
And make me new only if Iâm ailing.
The Zombie King
In a kingdom made of the dead and lost,
A mighty monarch snacks on bloody hearts.
Showing ultimate love at greatest cost,
Corpses kneel among scattered body parts.
The zombie king is how this great plague starts,
He himself the remains of a cruel queen.
Cupidâs cousin captured his love with darts,
And in his chest a gaping hole is seen.
Among the heartless lovers lies a teen,
Her flesh-covered newborn crying in her arm.
The king sees this light in a world obscene,
And takes him, promising to do no harm.
With this young prince, the king is made anew;
And although hidden, a new heart soon grew.
Phantom (inspired by the capsule song)
Even a demon can have angel eyes.
His sweetest evils will hide just beneath.
His voice easily reveals demise,
His lies and her doom waiting behind teeth.
The incubus is waiting to unsheath
His sword upon her; He is her fighter
And her lover, and sheâs his prize, his wreath.
He promises to make her life brighter.
She runs to his arms; surely, heâll right her,
He solves her tight in her bed of water.
With her submission he chokes and bites her;
He is her hunter, she is his slaughter.
If ever you meet him, and he asks to lay,
Remember that phantoms hide best in day.
Two Plus Two More Makes An Unholy Fourteen (inspired by John Donne's Holy Sonnet 14)
Knock up a lazy explorer tonight,
Make me a concept quite unexpected.
Breathe life into me, and dare to invite
Me into a place most unprotected.
Shine flourescence as I take my first flight
Into a nature wholly infected.
Break me down into pieces void of soul,
Atoms akin to the sum of its parts.
Blow me away once Iâve finished my role,
Finish me off the same way that life starts.
Burn my limp corpse as if my bones were coal,
Fire for the future of your human hearts.
Seek to mend me if you enjoy failing,
And make me new only if Iâm ailing.
The Zombie King
In a kingdom made of the dead and lost,
A mighty monarch snacks on bloody hearts.
Showing ultimate love at greatest cost,
Corpses kneel among scattered body parts.
The zombie king is how this great plague starts,
He himself the remains of a cruel queen.
Cupidâs cousin captured his love with darts,
And in his chest a gaping hole is seen.
Among the heartless lovers lies a teen,
Her flesh-covered newborn crying in her arm.
The king sees this light in a world obscene,
And takes him, promising to do no harm.
With this young prince, the king is made anew;
And although hidden, a new heart soon grew.