“Reflections” (sonnet)
By Matthew Knaub SG @gloom
Treachery minded baptized gloom and doom;
and hold me close, warrior your mirror...
The softness of her touch then comes soon;
together’d armored ridge; church hand fear her.
Play jokes on me, my ember has its way;
those eyes they see an effort for my crown.
And riddled you the devil, what’d he say;
that boy has symphony, an angel’s sound.
You’d like the sonnet, sang to you so kind;
this boy who seeks the highest audience...
Girl’s flower and her dagger kind of rhyme;
so beautiful, boy heard and it made sense...
Seduce our empress gods, they treat me right!
Boy pressed’ create song’s offering this night...
