Dire Trinity
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #110
Published on August 26, 2021
Dire Trinity
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #110
I fear thee no more O night faceless,
Nor thy million masks of horror
Piercing with pain-reaping lances,
My soul amidst thy thorns a flower.
I fear thee no more O aimless void,
An age I have suspended dwelt
Without solace and hope denied,
Like a meteor on a fruitless circuit.
I fear thee no more O iron Fate,
All thy lashes have dried up tears
And lips all its cries have spent,
A bare soul now thy stature equals.
O dire trinity, I am mine no more to freely give,
Lease my hours from Him in whom I live.