Sonnet

In these tightly measured lines, beauty battles restraint. Sonnets hold the storm in their structure: aching truths stitched in meter and rhyme. This is form as confession, precision as power. Fourteen lines, infinite echoes.

When emotion obeys the rhythm.

When Blood Calls to the Moon

A Gothic horror poem where bloodlust and moonlight intertwine — when death becomes both a prison and a dark seduction.

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Bound in Darkness

A blood-stained sonnet of abuse and survival, told beneath the Celtic moon. A cry from the dark, where no one listened, not even God.

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Delicious Sins and the Devil’s Whisper

He was the first to offer me to darkness, wrapped in the tongue of devils and clothed in unsung beauty. The saints looked away as demons drank deeply, while false freedom spoke in poisoned hymns. I vanished into echoes—faith shattered, innocence devoured.

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Thunderous Trumpets Blew

Hell burned in your gaze while Heaven’s trumpets shook the sky; I kissed your soul as doves lifted grief into starlight.

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