Each Night (Sonnet)

Oh, how each night begins like this, alone, the darkness expands and swells my thoughts rush towards some distant bliss only to be trapped in thy bars of this cell. Moonlight floods forth from summer gales, splashing silently along my misted sight each night, this light lifts thy withered veil how then, can my chained soul cease to fight? My moans echo down thy lulling halls Tragic, for they are never to be heard if only they could pierce these chiseled walls and stir some lonely soul to answer in words: “Hear me now labored one, don't relish in sin!” “Banish this darkness, with light harbored within!”