Reaper of Hearts: A Sonnet
Come forth, Oh spineless spiteful soulless sprite.
Come forth, from high and seemly hallowed throne.
Come forth, from dank and dark and dreary night.
Come forth, Oh faithless fake and fal’cious scone.
Were you a thing of comely beauty once?
Could you have loved with passion’s truthful grace?
Could you have worn favor trimmed with flounce?
Did you not see your action’s painful face?
Now I do see right through your vile facade.
Yes, I whose heart gave I to you, my dear.
Yes, I do know your crime and do not laud-
Now I do see the truth and do not fear.
Come forth! In truth your trial begins at dawn,
and I will ne’er again remain your pawn.