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..
