Thief of Hearts
Sonnet #4: In tetrameter and Spencerian rhyme.
Stroke of genius, delirium, The map stained by a final hex, Delicious pandemonium Flows like rain... The perfect annex- Launched on a navy of shipwrecks. Treacherous, wild, desperate, Beholden to an ancient lex; Each moment blurred, yet separate... Every friend a confederate. In outlawed kisses, voices found Chatter soft, dark directorate; Vertigo of the blossom-crowned. Together again, 'til the end- Blood-quenched steel...