Winged Warrior Poet Sonnet

Sanctioned Soul

Sanctioned Soul

Dormant eyes never soundly sleep
For they only wake a wasteful weep
Transient thoughts that fill my head
Only keep the memories fiercely fed

Torrential tears of loves first sting
A conquered heart of early spring
My spirit scorned with every hour
As loves venom spreads sacredly sour

Oh holy and ambiguous nestled night
I take comfort in your scintillate sight
For I am always falling in a pitiless pit
Within the seductive silence sinful sit

The Bells of Death have wrung their toll
As I entomb my slaved sanctioned soul.


Sept.11.2016
BEST SAD POEM EVER II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo 

Artwork by Winged Warrior (black ink)

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Carrie Richards September 13, 2016 at 9:48 AM So much talent!! Thank you so much, not only for sharing your wonderful poem, but the art that is another first rate winner!! Congratulations to you!

Tom Arnone September 12, 2016 at 7:47 PM Fantastic artwork. Good sonnet. Loves should have an apostrophe. What, exactly, is a sanctioned soul? Congrats! :-)

Beautiful Scars September 12, 2016 at 11:38 AM WW, firstly love the pic you are very talented! "within the seductive silence sinful sit"...says so much in such few words. Sometimes we feel our spirit scorned with every hour...congratulations on your placement and thank you for being a part of my contest! :)-luloo

Tanis Troutman September 12, 2016 at 12:20 AM Very moving, good write !

Daniel Turner September 11, 2016 at 9:59 PM Yeah, Wingman , that first love has gotten the best of a lot of us. This is definitely a sad write. Good luck in contest. This should do well.