Disavowal

"A foray into free verse, so that my response may be unbridled."

A new challenge arose today
An old beast returned to the castle in siege
A castle unlike others, whose moat is none too amorous
And against such an impregnable citadel this beast could triumph

It's only a beast due to its desire
But what of my desire?
Perhaps I wish the entity would enter my home,
My castle, of which I am lord, and none other

The beast doesn't wish to enter,
Buts lies dormant instead at the feet of the gate
So close, but so far from my castle's inner sanctum
But in its obstinance, I deem it,
Ugly

I will not recognize its true form
But then what if my perception of the true form
Is merely a figment of my imagination?
A mishap of my engine of creativity?

Dark happenings arise, yet still open do I keep the door
Due to my countenance, the beast enters never more
For truly, it had, as Stoker's monster had done, been subject to that
Same ruling, for it never entered once, truly
I merely turn and never seek the beast again

Paradox

"A sonnet about death but viewed through the lens of change; that which is desired must eventually fade, yet love wishes this was not so. In the spirit of Spenser, I too break from tradition."

A death that comes along the bitter road
It signifies the toll that must be paid
Or as the poet tells us in his ode,
Does love defeat the evils in their raid?

This end we see can only serve to aid
But loss of love will serve to end our joy
Confusion lasts, and tastes of bitter ade
Death blends among us only to destroy

A life we know ends as as a fatal ploy
But must we at these ends always succumb?
Should the end be met with hate’s alloy?
Or illness too; is nothing to be done?

Think not you know of what I write above
I seek only to resurrect my love