Category: Sonnets

O iron soul, whose fists defied all time, Whose gaze could still the tempest in its course, Now laid to rest beyond the mortal climb, The world feels lesser, robbed of such a force. No roundhouse strike shall echo through the air, No legend stride where lesser men would fall; The silence grows where once…

Upon the moor where morning’s mist did cling, Brave hearts arrayed ’neath tartan, cold and proud, Did charge for faith, for kin, for rightful king, While fate assembled darkly in a cloud. The lion roared with Hanoverian might, Steel cracked on steel, and blood sank in the peat; Yet still they stood, though crushed by…

O voice once rich as dusk on canyon walls, Now silenced by the toll of time’s command, Thy thundered lines and brooding, golden drawls Lie still beneath the stage’s barren sand. Thou wert the flame in Morrison’s despair, The ghost that mocked the bat with velvet gloom, A knight of ice, with ever-haunted stare, Who…

A wailing chord that tore the night in twain, A rebel’s fire strung fast upon the wire, He struck the sound where chaos held domain, And birthed a force both violent and dire. No courtly tune, no gentle minstrel’s play, But fury shaped in jagged, roaring might— A storm that turned the dark to fleeting…