On an obscure moonlit night,
Blinded by my own lack of Foresight,
This elegy abounds in my tortured mind.
Searching the Depths of Hades to find:
Persephone-
Elusive as though She may be;
This is war which knoweth not a treaty.
Herculean regrets weigh on my soul;
Infernal Flames danceth below-
Thy Beauty
Stings As Raging Fires - they glow
Phosph'rous Aura
Smashes the Window.
Brett White
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-an-obscure-moonlit-night/
