Stagnant Tide (First Sonnet)

Throwing bottles to the sea with last hopes
replies from the queen were to no avail
In each, contained a small piece of his heart
each one was destined to where he once sailed
Spent himself, he did, on rejecting ears
her angel eyes he dreamed of, turned away
Accepting the fate of all of his fears
moments shared with others did not ease pain
In dark days he accepted his demise
seduced to follow a new warrior's quest
Still echoes of memories pierced his eyes
yearning for one more chance to give his best
 
Outside the queen's window, a proof of sort
undying love in bottles filled her port
 
~
 
Scott Mitchell
16 April 2012