Sonnet II

The second sonnet from my collection, which is called "Sonnets for Thunder."

What stone doth I require to break glass?

Ah, common rock! but what of after pain

Shattered; thunderstone through thy wound pass

By Venus’ faithful servant to gain

Thy ill-tempered attention so desired.

What fate becometh his who doth throw fate 

Naked and fresh into land so mired?

Prithee, torture me not to stand and wait!

But lo, if thy gaze should cross my love-mark

I should seek out craggy Giramphiel,

For naught but dragon’s dread wrath runs so dark, 

And for my toss, Death come to ring His bell.

Still, what worry in my bosom should stay;

Peer through the adder and see what thee may! 

Author's Note

General thoughts and comments are fine, but so is something more in-depth.