Golden Sonnet #599

When first I grasped a pen, began to write
My plan, my life’s roulette, was not yet formed
And yet the me who did appear at night
Had taken steps, accomplices suborned

Ah, innocent in youth we two did play
Our volumes shared, our wits we gleef’lly matched
But something darker when you went away
From there desire to outdo was hatched

Much ink thus spilled, the pages all cast forth
The bottles swallowed up by stormy sea
The answer’s south, but still I’m looking north
And hoping—waiting—you’ll come back to me

Yet I have learned, while lookers-on engorge
The real truth is but a thing you forge.

Today’s post for NaCreSoMo (actually not posted until “tomorrow” because I got home late) is a sonnet based on Umineko: When They Cry. But you won’t understand it all until you’ve finished the entire thing.

…oh well!

Part of NaCreSoMo 2018.