Sonnet by scott from jail

When every part of nothing falls to less And every scream of torture is unstilled, When wounds which now unloose the night are chilled Into a potion or a woman's dress - When every child of pain in tearful sighs Escapes somehow the slaver's sinking smile The clocks of Europe slowed meanwhile By lilting laughs and over-cooked goodbyes - When all this cold and supervising sky Of greying wolves and paralyzing greed Gives off the word of God to those in need And lifts the lid off pots gone so awry -    Then may the cross of Calvary in white    Illuminate this dark and wicked night. ~ Copyright © 2011 - scott from jail Published: 8/18/11   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem