“Sonnet to Deception”


“Sonnet to Deception”

This lover’s tale is one that’s beastly bold.

His eyes become a glowing, red-hot choir

as near her hearth, his craft a wanton fire.

He captures soon her heart; his lies unfold.

He grips with careful hand and brazen soul

her hungry heart now buried ‘neath the liar.

And in his craftiness but one desire:

to take her and to crush her with his lies.


Now blows the wintry rain against the pane.

and silence grips the ashes in the grate.

Now crying and a tapping’s heard again.

He’s searching for most innocent of mate.

Naivete is gone; her trust, inane

as now she listens; not with love, but hate.