Bellona's SonnetI hear you cry for love that you have lostI hear your whimpers cutting through the nightOh Bells, you never knew how high the costUntil they've taken all you knew was right.You go to sleep, they visit you in dreamsThe aspects of the maiden now at war,A lover or a fighter? Now it seems,There's no one left to love or to fight for.Yet I can see there's more than that in youOh, Bellona, the world is not so gray.For you've a heart that's loving, strong, and true --So listen as your comrade now does say:There's beasts -- like I -- who need your strength and careSo lead! Protect us from the evil here.
Suellyn's SonnetOh tell me can you hear the sparrows twitter?They tell me that they have a newfound friend.They say, for them, there isn't a beast fitterWho always has a shoulder she can lend.Nobeast can match her boundless love for allCompassion for those that do not deserveA healer's heart. But forced was she to fallTo foulest villain that destroyed such love.For that is why the sparrows tell her tale:The meekest birds allow the dead to speakAnd say their last. Before that darkest vale --That endless black -- does make her spirit weak.But soon your heralds stay their song for theeTheir silence finally shall set you free.
Eliza's SonnetEach day that passes 'neath the shifting sands --Always moving down -- from heavenly light,Still I within forgotten midnight landsAmazéd am by this seraphic sight!Oh fear you, here, as if the land of sleepCould lend its nightmare form to waking life.Your tears have moved the very ground to weepAs if it echoes back your whimp'red strife.Do not, your beauty seek to mar with frown.Upon your visage let no worry stay.And weep not, most adored, for this I vow:I shall not from you ever go astray!O you are dearest, love, so don't you fear:Until my final days, I will be here.
Revel's SonnetOh lay you down in moonlight-dappled nightAnd revel in the scent of nighttime airFor you will find the world is bright and fairAnd you will bask within this lovely sight.Oh, with your aspect you are good and right:A maiden's grace with mother's heartfelt care.A courage strong, to face a mean world thereAnd still to foster tiny, newfound life.What matters grace or beauty next to that.What matters how another choose to live?For grace and beauty are but passing things.And They have never tried just lying flatAnd loving all that nature has to give.And hearing all the songs that nature sings.