The Rebel Sheep (Sonnet)

Love is distorted now. —Is it the Fate? Arid heart engulfed by contempt and hate; Influenced by the prejudice and gain, The rebel sheep re-joined its herd again: Deluded breed, vain: —the vainest marble Replaced the sweet, soulful heart in marvel. Numbness…its quest for freedom it has failed; Forever it will wonder—secret veiled. I sense it frail in its fading prayer: Disdain, bitterness, and spite, are error! Love's purifying of soul has been damned: The purest love is at evil's command! One last splash of the bleeding bitter pain, For once we two shared one heart; though, in vain.