Score These Wrong
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #105
Published on August 21, 2021
Score These Wrong
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #105
Must it roam, this avaricious Night
Conspiring to seed in the unwary day
Doubt and despair for its ruinous appetite
Hampering by fact the future on the way.
Why dost Thou accommodate any infirmity,
Whence born this incapacity and incertitude
From Thy splendorous expanse and sublimity
Now marring the spectacle of Thy infinitude.
What allowance is yet owed to falsehood
That gloats in triumph so garrulously
Shaming our resilience and fortitude
As a fool’s hope held in vain eventually.
Score these wrong in Thy all-seeing will
Whilst I traverse through pitstops of shadow-hell.