The Song of Tragoidia..

The Sonnet broke free..
In the quiet January twilight..
Satyrs awakened to the amorous tune of Concerto..

Volition..
It blushed in amazement..
Serenading secrets to the Ice Lake..
Discerned in a Vortex of Predicaments..

Darkness..
It cloaked the tears..
Like strewn Jasmine hidden by the Vulpine Snow..
Stumbling upon a girl..
Who was neither a paragon..
of Virtue nor Justice..
Not tasting the fruit of her Wickedness..
but that of her mistake..

Tragedy..
It slid in to the frames of a memory..
Through the wishful will of fate..
Just as the sacrificed Iphigenia seek an answer..
And.. Antigone a funeral..

Silence..
It crooned an open road..
Rubble of Conscience lay untouched..
Defiant of a Cosmic Life..
Cloying conflicts..
Painting insipid sensibilities all around..