The Most Happy

For all the ploys,

And webs so thickly woven,

For all of thy empty promises,

And gilded words of honey,

A journey to Hell and back,

Though I am unsure of my return,

My dear Henry,

I shall be honest with thee only once,

My mask of sin and roses firmly in place,

Yet the eyes of black open to my soul,

My heart bursts with love for thee,

 From God to my lips,

I am,

The most happy

Author's Note

Written on a whim within the commercial break of a shitty TV show.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

And what a whim it is. Sought you out today. You are truly one of the most formidable writers here.

[Friday]

There seems to be a recurring theme to your writing thus far. Very likeable to me enjoying the archaic twist. Good work!!

[Anne Bathory]

When most say they were born in the wrong generation, I have to correct them and say the wrong 'century', I'm a medieval girl at heart (which sounds terribly lame and egotistical)
Thank you for the review!

[Friday]

Thanks. Basically I agree with your point.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha I love your author's note...

As an "ode" I quite like this one. I can see someone writing this out to another person while in the depths of dispair and longing. Great juxtaposition of imagery and emotion within the lines--words like "honey" blended with "empty promises". Nicely done, I enjoyed the read.

[Emily B]

now this is extremely well written