Murder Sonnet: Lunar Eclipse

Tonight moon will be grey and mean,
Shoddy like never before. It may cast its spell
Upon me and my vicious weapons clean
On my intensions. I will drink my cup of hell

Like my lord Shiva who turned my savior
And painted his throat. I will suffer in my own love
To blame nobody. They knew her behavior
Much before and warned me. I made her move

Towards me through my strings of brilliance.
Time became the witness of the unholy event
My own giant monster gobbled her. Maintenance
Of deceit was held and buried the serpent;

A chalice will be reborn with the eternal disease
To enslave the men’s world with no release.