You look at me, eyes wide with fear, and speak of reason
with faithless heart as black as night and poisoned breath.
You shroud your trembling voice in silk to hide your treason,
but all your pity tastes like blood and smells like death.
How dare you judge me in your false, deceitful voices
so full of lies they fill my mind with stale disgust?
How dare you judge my conscience and condemn my choices
when there is nothing in this world you dare to trust?
Yet memory still sings to me in muted thunder
of velvet solace in a sea of starless cold.
My eyes stare back at me and I, in silent wonder,
watch them reflect the dancing candles thousandfold.
So long as velvet lightning walks and thunder sings,
I’ll laugh defiance to your face and spite your kings.
I won't explain the references in this poem because I believe a poem should speak for itself, but you won't understand this (and the third stanza in particular) unless you know what little Tolkien wrote about Queen Berúthiel and her cats... and a little about cats in general. ;)
This is my first try at writing a sonnet and I KNOW that sonnets are usually love poems... To me, this is a love poem of sorts.
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