Sonnet Number 1
In Cavern's pools, filled to the brim with tears
All born of love vain souls did not requite,
The massless phantom frenziedly careers,
Sustained by melancholy endless night.
The vaporous hope diffusing into space
Will, homeless, percolate up through the earth,
As minds are wrenched of dreams that leave no trace,
And hours encumber thoughts devoid of mirth.
The felons lurk unbridled on the plains,
And jailors soon will throw them in the keep.
Each injured victim silently disdains,
Yet rests assured that justice does not sleep.
May records open; let the trials start
For crimes, unpunished, against the human heart.