Sonnet Dialogue: Scorn in Duality, Lit Op 5
I looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings of those you sight.”
A second by, I asked him in abrupt,
“The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?”
He voiced: “Their love are drawn in stitching crossed,
Exquisite yet details are course, you see?
The veil from where it rests you should have tossed,
Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!”
I spared a tear, his face did went outworn,
Afar the lake I headed. God, I’m torn!