dense pike
(sonnet)
On me he casts his starry, silver eyes;
Beneath the sheet of ink, his ghostly light.
I’m bound between the subtle spell of lies;
I peer into the hollow eyes of night.
He softly breathes upon my silky skin;
I slowly tread along his veiled concern.
His touch has lit this fearful sin within,
As I have passed the point of no return.
I grasp upon his mask, which cracks like glass;
A tear falls down his cheek like distant rain.
His eyes of stars have charred to coal, alas;
Beneath his fate, he sinks toward his pain.
As I have passed the point of no return,
Into this pit I fall, ever to burn.