Sonnet 1

Lost to a stream void of stars,I in emptiness Behold myself as a relic cast beneath earth. The fool's tradition is to unearth, The warden has lost keep to love's pest Let the morn star stay vigil for time past. The fields are rosary black, they shall sing no more Are they struck by Hades and I cupid? Such as speak like men who never loved. Indeed devils are they who shroud love in laws Is love one's folly for that a man. From the heavens my judgment comes On an iron throne she looks at they in disdain Love is guiltless so let them free she spoke To depths with thy laws, not today for I'm no captive.