a creepy sonnet!
Inquisition
The chamber glows and flickers by the torch
that plays with shadows, reaching up the wall,
while cinders find the lowest arch and scorch,
with blackened soot, the grim and empty hall.
If only happenstance could yet forestall
the ghoulish acts that wait for light of dawn -
unless, denying faith, this lie I scrawl,
with trembling hand the parchment's face thereon.
The hours wane away and fast are gone.
My heavy chains now soon shall be removed,
and evil find its prey to feast upon -
allegiance to my God and self be proved.
I listen to the screams of agony
- another on the rack, awaiting me.
A dark and powerful write Kate - - this sonnet tells tales of often forgotten times when tyranny ruled outright. A shiver of terror remains after the read. Excellent poetry.