Sonnet III: The Ghost of Whimsical Fascination

A tribute to all the unknown writers in the past millennia

Oh quill of minds, doth twirleth for me
Open for me a vision to foresee
From the dark that devours, rescue me
Then unlock the chains and set my eyes free

Chart the earthen gemstones, unravel these
Supplement my hunger for thy thesis
If by chance, quoth destiny, I vanish
Do let my ghost unveil my memories

Close not your ears to my music's silence!
To my pen's sorrowful words no one has read!
Drops of iron gall on paper it bled
And slowly dispersed through the time-locked fence

For eons have I longed for my story
Wanted not for a home in history

Filed under

Related Posts

Sonnet XVI: Lunar Photosynthesis

Sonnet XIV: Only Through Light Can I Reach You

Sonnet XV: Oil Painting

Sonnet XIII: The Map of Fractals

Sonnet XII: Conjurer's Charm