Consecration and Desecration

Illumination consecrates, e'en mates

In the heat of night, we take our delight

Infiltrate the contract, moonstruck creates

As dusk turns to dawn, life breathes into light

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Bestial human, in light of a new moon

Meshed together to breathe forth a child

Forthcoming baby, is due very soon

Our meshed bodies afire, passions wild

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I cannot recall life without shadow

Taking form, ruling me in the darkness

Even when life is a dense, green meadow

Joy from love's bow still brings with it abyss

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I against I, no darker, a battle

I against I, the spark to prove mettle

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Author's Notes: My second attempt at a sonnet is a much more traditional take. In that it is 14 lines, made up of three quatrains and a couplet. There is a volta and each line has 10 syllables, a must for iambic pentameter.

So there you go, your boy, Paul, pulling out the most traditional take on a traditional poem form. The painting was chosen afterwards to try and match the themes, and is La Vie by Pablo Picasso, from his Blue Period.

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