More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 63: Fair Youth
(Guilt 12)

It is debated where the sinner goes
When all the fuss of condemnation wanes
And eyes discard the glares of vengeful foes;
Perhaps a fragment of distrust remains
Inside the hearts of those in ignorance
Of all the details of a sinner's crime,
Unable to discern the dissonance
Between the qualm and facial show sublime.
"Judge not, lest ye be judged," the maxim says,
Yet in such faces I perceive the sentence
Of condemnation in the subtle maze
Of recognition over my repentance:
      I fear to look upon these keen expressions
      That force upon my mind these damn impressions!

(To be continued...)

A/N: And here's the next installment... Read, ponder, be amazed... ( ^_^ )