(sonnet attempt #XII)
XII
A helpless captive in the dungeon deep
In vain I shed my tears and think to cry,
For none can hear my pleas, condemned to die.
My happy career upon the stage weep
I now to lose. How gaily did I leap!
A sprite, a fancy spry, a butterfly,
A timid, merry ingenue was I,
That gliding across the world's stage did sweep
A' scattering stardust, wafting a sweet scent
Of hope, and life, and light, and love....a breath
Of fresher air? yet powerless to save
Me when I fell. My lovers and my friends....
Where are they now? In solitude my death
Upon me presses. Succor vainly I crave.
24Dec10