My broken castle : Sonnet #6

Ye castle’s composed of broken mirrors

Reflection’s trickery staining within

Spilled salt, black cats, bloodcurdling terrors

My haunted home palpitates through thine skin

Polluting goodness, percolate thy mind

Hallucination plagues my tender vertebrae

Thine home of terror ambush thee; confined

Thus craving sanity, terror allay

Such quagmire yearns for sweet serenity

O sun! Bring pastoral brilliance to thee

O moon! Bear euphoria zealously

Let thine chassis become joyous emcee

As fragments fuse thy pieces make me whole

Fore goodness prevails, to thee I extol