More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 94: Fair Youth
(Faults 5)

As I'm the architect of my destruction,
I take the wayward path another way
Out of the darkness through the sweet seduction
Of my sweet mistress on the break of day.
Leaving the bed whereon my nighttime foray
Into the palaces of pleasure fades,
I steal into her chamber, a signore *
At love's behest to start some new charades,
In which I'll be the prince of sweet amore; **
But love, so fashioned as my black-haired Venus,
Looks at me sitting on the bed with tracks
Of tears upon her cheeks, a subtle keenness
Within her gloomy eyes that won't relax.
      With words of sorrow, she now has me slain:
      She says we cannot meet this way again!

(To be continued...)

A/N: Okay, folks, here's another batch of sonnets from me to you... Hope you enjoy... ( ^_^ )

* Signore = (n.) Italian: gentleman.
** Amore = (n.) Italian: love.