The Taking of the Angel of Summer (Flourette Form)
Now the day is moving into the past.
Night twinkles its promise at last.
Stars reach the earth as ashes in snow
While I, in ebony glow, meditate the moon's contrast.
His demands burst into flames…
"Love you are mine" he greedily proclaims.
Come abide with me in the depths of Hell!
No! You will not rebel my sweet, I'll not play games!"
Fiendish sounds pierce me with jagged teeth!
Demons emerge from the ice beneath!
He comes to claim me as his consort.
His attempts I must thwart; my soul I will not bequeath!
His desire I will not appease!
Entrapment is his expertise!
You are my hopeful glimmer!
I am Tubiel, Angel of the Summer, help me please!
(The Flourette is an 8-8-8-12 syllable line count, with an aaba rhyme scheme. Â Also not that in the last line, there is a cross rhyme, which means that within the 12 syllable line, there is a word rhyming with another line in the poem.)
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Nice to see your work again Val!!
Always a pleasure to read your talented mind's work :)
Carey xx
Hi Carey! Â Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and welcome! Â Yes, I'm glad to be back!
val xox