Riddle (Sonnet)


Words and riddles from a new type of game

Were orbs diffuse and dimensions so clean

O begunst, refreshed the ray of the name

Apollo! Jupiter! Neptune’s serene

The chemist of gold in an alchemy

Were caught is the void of all man’s reason

So as to say, we are all a new fee

Of treason in crime; debased season

Cold the harrowing winds of the old south

Were slings and arrows ravage the new mouth

So warm and cold in the old; new, riddle


About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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