Spring (Sonnet 1) (Written by Anonymous)

As a fragrant flower of the blooming Spring, You flourished in a sweet essence by a shimmering blue- light crystal pond, There as Queen Primavera waltzed on fields of golden grain, as the twirled in her dancing fling, As blossoms swayed in ripples of soft waves, your gentle wind blows of rain made me fond. You grew as a veined skinned root up the legs of a dock, As a vine of lilac ivy curled about, you wouldn't let go of this red flower, But as then as a crimson drop of blood on the pale face of snow, was but the breath of a clock, And then you ceased to shed a hollow tear and broke with the twisted heat of Summer. A stark blush break of dawn as pale day left as a whisper, began to fade as the voice of ghost, The wraith of Winter dark as frozen ice and cold as the chill wind of aged night, But then the white vestige of time, like the bed of the still river shivered and broke, as you began to boast, But you as as the scarlet rose and sweet lavender lily are swallowed from earth we began to fight. And midnight is when snowflake stars fall, when my breath raptures again, when I weep. And at daylight is when the Sun wavers gold, when you scream a horrid song, and when you will fall asleep.