Sonnets
by Kirsten

Sonnet of the King of Men
At twilight I see the moon in thine eyes
But the sight does not comfort me
From it numerous suspicions will finalize
How they shall I do not yet see

Happiness was almost ours this night
Still you would not put your hand in mine
You refused to keep me in your sight
Your actions hath changed our love’s design

No heart I’ve known has waited so long
Nor any lips to tell me their feelings
My voice shall describe my elation in song
Mine heart shall contemplate your true being

Alas! I despair for the one I hold dear
I know that for you I shall shed my last tear

Sonnet of the White Maiden
Doubt not, fair lady, that I hold you quite close
Your hair mirrors the brilliantly shining sun
Your face lights up when of far lands I boast
Thine beauty may be compared to none

Your laughter, like bells, brings a ringing tone
But your inmost cruelty makes one cringe
When another sees as I do your heart of stone
I should think that his heartstrings you’ll singe

No tongue can tell, nor ears may hear
The distinction you desire for your name
And once the majestic men all disappear
Would that glory you crave dissolve in flame?

Nay, cherished maiden, I do not love thee
Choose another and see how blissful you’ll be