I have decided to rewrite the blurbs for my novels as sonnets. And to continue:
The Worms Of Heaven
Cry out, the scarlet queen’s mislaid!
Ensnared by hidden army’s plot
Or is this Agony’s charade?
Who is the villain and who is not?
Traitors, lovers, heroes all
With masks that slip and fade away
The maze, perhaps, leads to Death’s hall
The half-slain beggars guide the way
Love lost, love found, love vivisected
Masks of fear, of rage, of lust
The red queen’s errors stand corrected
The pale queen’s courts are ground to dust
Famine’s mistress, or else plague’s whore
Who against the gods would play at war.
