Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 105: 'Some stars taunt me, to mock my loneliness'


Some stars taunt me, to mock my loneliness
As these I failed to praise in last night’s skies,
Furious when left to shine unsung, cheerless,
For all I cared to see were my love’s eyes;
Much like flowers which wilt on lea unseen,
Those stars may have faded while unobserved
With no glory to show for what they’ve been.
They so resent outcomes when ill-deserved;
But glories are mostly by time vanished;
Where now is Tut? Alexander the Great?
How so grandly in life have they flourished
Before they all to lowly dust translate?
…….Yet being known to have a glorious past,
…….Is oft the only glory that would last.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013
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