(So, uh, you guys aren’t cool with just an edit on the pantoum, are you? Didn’t think so. Well, there’s possibly a villanelle in the future, but in the meantime, have a sonnet, back from when I was figuring out how to write sonnets that made sense and were actually emotive to read.)
(Also, yes, the mistake re: Carthage/Sodom is deliberate.)
The Sun sets; the world is turned to night,
And I am left with naught but dreams –
Perchance to sleep? Lilies, for sight,
And rosemary, for remembrance. Not all is as it seems;
Turn now, turn now, the city is aflame,
Turn now, turn now, turn me now to salt
For letting mortal eyes look on the bane
Of Carthage. I desire no flesh; I shall be salt.
The earth is barren and bare, for I mourn,
For I mourn; Persephone’s gone and ate
Six seeds; thus I swear the world shall bear
Neither flower nor fruit. I shall ne’er sleep though Sun has set…
Let me weep, let me weep: Niobe is dead,
I am turned to granite in her stead.