A Sonnet to Lustre: The Beauty of the Light

O'Lustre! How you babble; as sweet as swiftest brook.
Arousing with your love-song; those thrills of dark unknown.
Cavorting like a feather; who dances with lady luck.
Conversing with great vigour; in deep yet, ghastly tone.
Creating sultry women; who skip and leap around.
Conserving virtues pillar; with lazy, dumb baboons.
Controlling the thralls hammer; which smashes on the ground.
Castrating without notice; spirits who praise the moons.

O'Lustre how we love thee and could not do without.
I fear that without ye', I'd live my life in doubt.

The Fates

This is a little poem based off a drawing we were shown during a seminar yesterday at my University. I decided to do it in villanelle format because it is a poetic form I have been very eager to pursue for a while now. As always, enjoy!

Canto I

As she whispered sweet vengeance- in ghostly prose-
From lips of sanguine and devils tongue.
The daggers blood ooze fueled his woes.

Alas he did quiver, as if to suppose.
He had seen his fate, freshly hung.
As she whispered sweet vengeance- in ghostly prose.

He screamed, "I am trapped, in Bluebeard's coves,
the victim of a deception sung!"
The daggers blood ooze fueled his woes

"M'lady I prithee that in my throes,
you shall not leave me on rafters strung!"
As she whispered sweet vengeance- in ghostly prose

"I cannot forsake you, for God only knows,
the justice I see in the breathless lung."
The daggers blood ooze fueled his woes.

"Are we the horrors, or Greek heroes
who through black envy, have been stung?"
As she whispered sweet vengeance- in ghostly prose-
The daggers blood ooze fueled his woes.

Canto II.

Behind her lips a smile bloomed,
which crept like ivy on castle wall,
as in her eyes, a flame consumed.

For as he panicked, she presumed,
he in foolish folly would fall.
Behind her lips a smile a bloomed.

She knew that for him Atropos loomed,
provoked by Hades cackling call.
As in her eyes, a flame consumed

Like enchantress, she knew she left him for damned,
and had made him her subservient thrall.
Behind her lips a smile bloomed.

As he was now finished she assumed,
that she could escape this heavenly hall.
As in her eyes the flame consumed.

When his ashes and skull were exhumed,
they only saw the maggots crawl.
For behind her lips a smile bloomed,
as in her eyes a flame consumed.

Tock

This is a single stanza of poetry I managed to conjure up today and felt like you might enjoy a bit of Spenserian style poetry! 

I do have plans to expand this for I'm extremely pleased with the results so far and believe it could make for a wonderful piece.

You- reader:

                        Believed that there on the platform

my gaze was glued; on the hands of the round clock,

Which pierced, like halberds, and penetrated: as if to inform,

me of my vain attempt to try and lock

myself away from the cemetery and coffins knock.

As they lay, lifeless in the circular pantheon, who

can say that the clock’s numbers are not taking stock?

The guillotine falls on every minute as if to

accentuate the care free luggage, and my journey, en lieu.