Star Trek: The Original Sonnets

- XLV -

A chill has settled where she laid,

and in its vast oblivion

there weighs a debt no longer stayed

by hands of sweet valerian.

This bed - my second wasted world -

perdition froze when I was hurled

so I would long her warm embrace

til vengeful mercy showed your face;

and, turned my hands to task your fate

with fires beyond all friendly drop,

with ice not still enough to stop

the breathing heart I'd leave to sate

itself on company of worms,

or with one word that all affirms.