Acrostic Sonnet #1: Wordsmitheries

A Wordsmith to her most beloved words...

Withhold from me not one jumbled jot,

Or else I’d just as soon go blind.

Redeem me or unleash my mind,

Dismiss it now from this deadlock.

Suppose you were some prize I’d caught;

Moreover, something I sought to find.

Is this recompense for my spent time;

That you should plot, not doing as you ought?

Halcyon awaits, behave now and be writ.

Enmity has no place here to belong.

Rid yourselves of all your cruel tricks.

Inhibit my hand no more from our small song.

Embrace your fate and oblige my pensive bliss.

Succumb to my pleas, never again to resist.