Sonnet VIII – Hours spent in retreat

Salvation may happen through conscience sting... I you are lucky!

When all the flames crock, leaving you alone

And crows of yesteryear form blue shades

A goliath once dwelled deep in your bone

Summonsed now! As mother darkness raids

 

Rustling winds from the land of nevermore

Crushing saneness, knolling bells of horror

Echoing tales of dead in times before

Reviving ghouls of moors and drear fire

 

They group and thrash your panic-stricken brain

And your guilty, asleep conscience as well

Then at the sign of light fades this brute bane

And you escape, reeling, far from the knell

 

These hours or moments spent in retreat

Can restore your humanity dead beat

Author's Note

Salvation may happen through conscience sting... I you are lucky!

Reviews

[KeeD]

A goliath once dwelled deep in your bone
Summonsed now! As mother darkness raids - one of the best lines i've read on the cafe today, really great. Really, really well penned.

You're flowing with talent, do you write any stories or screen play related work?

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

thank you very much!
you can go back and check i have 4 stories
and i wrote a play that will be preformed in Hashemite university

[Dalia]

They group and thrash your panic-stricken brain

And your guilty, asleep conscience as well

powerful description indeed

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

:) thanks Dalia

[vspjaguar]

you tend to give a very unique visualization to your readers, I would say that is your strength as a writer.Very well written.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

thank you very much
much honored
please read the new sonnet and answer the question posted in it please
would be of great help to me

[vspjaguar]

ya sure! I will :)

[LA Lorena]

Nicely done. I'm gonna re-name you Sonnet King.

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

Thank you, LA
So honored... really
means the world