A Midsummer Night's Mare

For the record, the title actually has nothing at all to do with the sonnet, I just think it is pretty clever so I attatched to the first thing I wrote that it sounded even vaguely similar to, and this second clause is only here so I don't end this sentence with a preposition.


A Midsummer Night’s Mare


by Julian Legere


Bright flames break through the darkest time of night

Despite their warmth I only sense the cold

Increasing more as time is growing old

Then in the dark there is a hellish sight



Slick tendrils tight upon the minds of men

They shake the earth and block the light of flame

With scent of brimstone make us all the same

Their tightened grip will bring about the end



A few can see the flames that hide behind

From always searching, frightened and enraged

Some fools will run to safety in their cage

Some wise, to save us, learn and help and find



Sweet freedom now is dancing on their tongues

Close to answers ending all these chases

Soon to have the warmth on smiling faces

And with new air and lightness fill starved lungs



I hear the clang of prisons op’ned wide

‘Tis only knowledge op’ned fearful minds

by Julian Legere