Sonnet IV
Within the inglenook of creeping night
I steal Calliope’s wings steeped with flame
And an homunculus enters my sight
Bearing aloft a banner with my name.
I stalk to rocky kloofs of distant height
To claim the fabled Phoenix for my own
And by the wounding pens terrible might
I slay the fierce chimaera all alone.
Those Labyrinthine paths conquered by right
So now upon my head Theseus crown
Marks my soliloquy of posey bright
As in Morpheus arms, I softly drown.
From forth my dreams thus comes triumphs of rhyme
For of the Muses choice, I am the prime.
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