Hemlock Kiss

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His last kiss cast poison upon my lips Wine of sweetened hemlock I'd taken sips With little time left for pain and sorrow I write of what I shall feel tomorrow. In life I never knew what my heart held A master of deception, he cast spells. Too late did I see what he made of me, A porcelain doll that death will set free. My fingers grow weak as darkness sets in I should forgive him of vile mortal sin. but as my sad heart now withers and dies I leave this poem for his guilty eyes. Near death, these warning words I leave with you. Beware lips of wine made of hemlock brew.

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Robert Lindley

Date: 10/22/2016 5:39:00 AM

THIS IS ANOTHER GREAT SONNET I'VE FOUND THIS MORN THAT CAME FROM YOUR GOLDEN PEN. And a dark one no less! Bravo, for this hits all the marks!

James Inman

Date: 3/19/2016 8:33:00 AM

Ah, Lin, over him, yet he lingers. Do you ever really get completely over someone who once meant so much to you? I've had some unpleasant things done to me but can't seem to stop caring about those who did them. I guess I'm just one of those people who feels the need to accept blame for everything that happens to him, even if it's just for being to blind to see it coming. Strong, dark sonnet, enjoyed.

Lin Lane
Date: 3/19/2016 1:49:00 PM

If there was ever a spark of true love, then I'd have to answer, "no." You never completely get over a love no matter the reason(s) the relationship ended. Those memories that come unbidden to the mind makes sure of that. Thanks so much, James. The blame is never 100% on the shoulders of one person.

White Sage

Date: 3/15/2016 6:04:00 AM

whoa! this sonnet seems like an arrow...i have to dodge this! let him be shot not me lol, it's good you clean away the poison...the words are so deep, excellent write Lin

Lin Lane
Date: 3/15/2016 6:12:00 AM

Thanks, Sage. I'm happy to see you again.

Winged Warrior

Date: 3/14/2016 8:02:00 AM

Where did you find this vile villain my Lady Lin...for we shall cast him down to the lower darkness lol...great write though...^WW^

Lin Lane
Date: 3/14/2016 8:06:00 AM

Thank you, WW. ;) He currently resides in Colorado and he's already cast himself into darkness. I wiped the poisoned wine from my lips in time to spare myself the scourge of death.

Eileen Manassian

Date: 3/13/2016 2:51:00 PM

That packs a punch, Lin. Hemlock brew...how creative. I didn't mean the knave who did it, I mean your poem! ;) Good write. I enjoyed the read. Warning taken. Hugs

Lin Lane
Date: 3/13/2016 6:29:00 PM

Goodness, Eileen. You keep getting Vienna's replies.... so so sorry. Please do take heed of hemlock kisses and thank you for your great comments. Huggin ya back.

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/13/2016 1:17:00 PM

A wolf in sheep's clothing. Nothing like a good healthy dose of acrimony to cure what ails you. Love it! Peace dear, Peaches:)

Lin Lane
Date: 3/13/2016 6:29:00 PM

I'm over him. Thanks so much for reading, Danny.