M A S Q U E (A Non-Traditional Sonnet)

Veiled to silhouette ''Itself'' 'fore God's penumbra Cursed and cast to the black charred chaos of Hades Arrives by sin to place Its thorned badge of rubicon 'Pon the heart-thread's of a populous lost in ersatz All accomplished 'fore the bloody day was through Such the statesman 'It'was. No longer small, much larger now'It' breathes deep In the brains and bowels of the likes of you and me Masqued in sweet aroma, raise the cup....to the lips To which pours 'Itself' from the lust of sordid carafs All drunk or dead, 'fore the bloody day was through Such fools we be. And it is said, the hands of Evil shall be the first to rise And it is said, these hands shall be gloved......in lambs wool. © 2014-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR Reposted... July 29th,2016