A Sonnet For A Dark Lady Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

They will hunt you down and hurt you dearest
‘Starlet-cum-harlot', ‘angry dark lady',
‘A diva who fights about who wore it best'
The butt of calculated fallacy.

Rose Red baited by hounds to each new low
The noble prince left to watch the curs bay:
If you were Snow White, no bile would flow
And lap-dog poppets would just drool away.

The spittle gutter press awash with spite
Has drenched your honest heart with hate
And you so young, so true, so very bright
Must now slough off this tarnished state.

But mark my princess that these words should prove
That there are many who would salve your wounds with love.