Gleb Zavlanov Poet Italian Sonnet

Ambition, Love and Mortal Fate

Before me, as I slept one summer night
    Came, graced in gems of midnight’s pale beams
    Three maidens, wrought of finest faery dreams
For never had I witnessed such a sight
Of passioned beauty. Still of grace, in spite
    There loomed above their forms like ghastly steams,
    The product of all pessimism’s schemes:
The shade of melancholy’s ghastly sprite
    Upborn upon the sky! In wistful shroud,
        It stalked each footstep on the placid frown
            Of earth’s terrain, beneath their wistful gait
    Until at last, it drained (like drains a cloud
        The last of evening’s rays, which frightened, flown)
            These maids: Ambition, Love, and mortal Fate.

© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov

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