The quintessential of nyctophilia, wrapped in bridal attire, slowly and slowly as in somnambulism there goes the heroine of timeless tragedy to supersede her lovers feigned insanity.
Her beloved father is no more, being killed by her suitor's intrigued tyranny;
ignored to be drowned, to burn in the flame of plotted felony.
Jilted, to be startled by the selcouth performance of her handsome wooer's vile strategy;
there goes the most beautiful heroine ever to be the victim of fated irony,
immersed in senseless lunacy, to vanish from the sight of Hamlet's fatalistic eyes to bid adieu to the agony,
slowly and slowly to be disappeared into melancholic darkness from the dazzling maniac opaque sight;
there goes the Danish heroine of evergreen tragedy.
Categories:
selcouth, angst, anxiety, books, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Gloaming hast come to greet min once again
Thy scent must have faded in my mem’ry
Longin’ for the old days cloying-cold pain
A stolen gaze of serendipity
That one selcouth-soothing scent in my life
Wend extensively depth in my lone soul
Thy countenance set mine heart to ignite
This fate converged the dawn and eventide
Fugacious affection, short-lived romance
Eulogized the inscribed poems of the stars
But tree had to lose grip on foliage hand
To fall and kiss the ground and tree bear scar
The zephyr’s love turned to sourly-sweet breeze
Only thy morning dew scent sends me peace.
Categories:
selcouth, love, memory,
Form: Sonnet
Wrapt in the otiose aumbry of pride
A glede hythe a quiff will gust aside
Her folly selcouth
Binds her fast to her wanweird
To speak ever sooth
She is thrawn, my sister, my coëval
Into fell Truth’s ghyll she will smiling fall
Morrow’s dawnsun, rise!
Drown in the throes of today!
Sky dragons, melt away!
Morrow’s dawnsun, drown!
Rise in grief’s eternal day!
Sky dragons, melt away!
Categories:
selcouth, age, anger, angst, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
A sea of golden strands, wave as the psithurism rings
Rabbits gambol in a field, and expel a wifty nature
A furtive fox keeps a watchful eye, upon these summery beings
Hidden away from the selcouth sight, left as woebegone creature
He mumbles his way, across the field, catching the eyes of few
A little one split away from the rest, to inspect this mysterious thing
The little one rambles on and on, always beginning anew
The fox feels this one to be, an imbecile set before the king
He stops mid-drift, and raises a paw, silencing the decay of words.
Says, “you must learn when to speak, when around people like me”
The rabbit left deflated, wishing the fox’s words, he had never heard
While the fox’s solivagant journey, the harm he caused, he never did see
So with the power we wield, with words sharp as a blade,
Help those who others smite, when they are in need of desperate aid
Categories:
selcouth, animal, power,
Form: Sonnet