Sonnet 1: Conquer the Dragon

Our nuptial vows did fatally succumb
To the dragons’ fires. Though our grave feathers
Came to ashes, in phoenix we shall plumb
The depths of chaos for hoarded treasures.
Fatally stamped with the fall ere our climbs—
Chancing Dante’s Inferno, hell’s bedlam:
We conquered ourselves in new paradigms
That bent our souls to enlightened wisdom.
Fast broken-on-the-cross laid our shadows—
Taken up reborn…being qua being:
By faith and reason the word is logos—
Suffering: fountainhead of all meaning.
Dragons subdued by the sword of glory,
Vouchsafes our gilded quest in story.

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