Madam Guillotine (Sonnet)

[prometheus]

Madam Guillotine

In silence, pass into the gentle night
as darkness seeks to land a deathly blow,
the city hides its evil from your sight,
the blood they crave, is surely yours you know.

Your heart accelerates in timely pace,
to match the fear that now aches deep inside,
you dare to risk your life by tempting fate,
this blow will free you from your mortal hide.

Whilst dying, you will find a bloody place,
your dethroned body slumps in a gushing spring,
the Royals pass from France without a trace,
their heads rise to flight with a violent fling.

I am sure none will ever say, or take;
the chance that peasants, do not like their cake.

Copyright © 2009

[Artemis]

Wonderful writing hon. I find sonnets so hard, they look easy but to get the meter right is nigh on impossible, this was not only great but with atmosphere and a wonderful subject too, dark, eerie, the history of the guillotine really freaks me out, well penned, Kerry xx

[Harklight]

oh, the opening stanza grabs attention, prometheus. I like that you focused on the peasant's tragic fate rather than that detested guillotine. The flow and rhyme are good and sustain this story-line well. Good work with the sonnet. H x

[prometheus]

Thanks Kerry and Harklight for the read and comments. Sonnets are difficult things for me also to cobble together, but they are fun to do. Glad you both enjoyed it.