Sonnet XX: Beware the Feast
©Dec. 21st 2019, Olan L. Smith
It is the time of year for grandest cheer
The time for angels proud and strong to kneel,
A part does dwell in gloom and light, a fear
Before the sacrifice, your blood for wine.
The King does whack the heads of those he eats,
He feasts, for last a child will be forgone,
The roasted skulls of babes will grace his plate.
A crueler master fattens guests with fear,
But he does tease with cheery platitudes
The one he does devour―integrity
Does wait his faith, the children of the gods,
Who comes tonight, partakes in Satan's fate.
Think you know what come tomorrow, for now,
You plan and scheme, his inner circle gained.
(A.N. Sonnet XX is written using blank verse.)
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
