3 more down…15 more to go…

Got 3 more sonnets done…Only 15 more to go…I still have partial ones, and most of them have more than what they did before this morning.
But here are the 3 finished today…

3
Four hunter that traversed the wood
Settled at the edge of night
Gathering up sticks and twigs
They built a fire for light
From the shadows appeared four maids
Of beauty none could surpass
The maids bid them rise and join
Take pleasure in a midnight dance
The hunters took up the call
For who could dare resist
Falling victim to their charms
Submitting to the want of a kiss
In exhaustion they would drop to the ground
And behind, not a drop of blood to be found

4
There was a maiden by the shore
Hair shining like spun gold
Skin white alabaster
That any man would want to hold
Her voice like that of an angel
Calling up from the sea
Biding many a young man
Come, oh come to me
Her arms she’d wrap around them
And pull them across the strand
They would follow all to happily
Until their feet left the sand
In they go, down and down
And in the kelpies kiss they would surly drown

5
In the graveyard there is a stone
Badly neglected and left alone
Crumbling and broken, turning to dust
To stay away is surly a must
It’s not abandoned as it might seem
It’s a portal to that best left unseen
Touch it and you’ll stray away
Ne’er again to see the light of day
There is no return from whence you came
Nothing shall ever be the same
Death and destruction surly wait
Once you pass beyond the gate
This is where the ghouls make homes
And suck the marrow from you bones
 

Part of the idea behind the one marked ‘5’ actually came from The Graveyard Book.

I won a red deer with green antlers out of a crane game at Meijer’s tonight. Right now it’s sitting on my desk & Poppet is riding on the back of the deer. They are adorable.

I have a loverly bruise on my foot where the laptop landed yesterday.
 

2 weeks…That is all I have left to wait until Wasil will be here. (If all is goes according to plan.)
It’s going to be a long two weeks. [Despite the fact that he keeps telling me they are all the same length.]