Warm Summer Days: A Sonnet

I've already used these lyrics, chopped and changed, in song: Deficient Hearts

In supplication do I entreat,

Favours delightful spark,

Awaken all succubi, all lower score beast,

And give sustenance to mine deficient heart:

Deceitful thoughts of plenty,

Plague men’s lifes, fueling Hell's fires,

Come devour the slumbering gentry,

Harken and heed my desires:

Thou sun hast departed,

No summer frolic to be had,

Shade hast drifted into darkness,

I entreat thee to renew once again:

Haste for thy rousing grows,

I doth call upon weak walls of will,

As thy supplicant, I bequeath to thee thy foes,

And in patience I await thy Summer thrill:

Each now rests in sweet nights embrace,

Each lies upon his doom,

Thy worms, they pray you make haste,

Fear and hate enshrouds mine dark goddesses moon:

Each pompous passions pride,

Flames the darkest night,

A common foe, all beasts allied,

Doth wait to exact their price:

Take pity on a world in perpetual sleep,

And partake of cruelties burden,

Writhing in riches they did not reap,

While grounding the masses, confused and uncertain:

In supplication do I entreat,

Come taketh thy fill, all succubi and beast,

In shame and flame, and beguiling deceit,

Doth thy foe rule above thee; all laggards and priests:

Preach do they, a dominion above thine own,

And doth the powerful perceive thy kingdom,

Allied with deception draped in royal robes,

Pronouncing thine own self-substantial wisdom:

Rise to the graveyard,

Fresh soiled from the deep,

Come take of your bounty,

Come take thy priests:

None shall hover above thy grace,

Come all succubi and beasts,

Come to thee pretender’s graves,

And on an abundance of lies shall you feast:

Return to the people,

All seasons now past,

Return to your brethren,

Secrets you impart:

Earth rulers inflated thine own wealth,

Have debated, and stated, fortuous lives,

And on thy backs do they invent a land's health,

But their riches, their due, grow from strife:

Come feast on thy rulers,

Set one thousand year of yore,

The time hast come to thwart manoeuvres,

To ground to ash, to crush and restore:

Return to the lands,

All seasons now past,

Lay waste to the sands,

Thy ruler’s deceitful hearts:

A balance lost in past dreams wishes,

Crumbling satire of humour and woe,

The detriment of life in exchange for riches,

Come take thy voices and perverted foes:

I petition thee beasts, come take famines rulers,

Their words feast above thy kingdom below:

Sallow hands clasp in supplication,

Cracked dry lips make this plea,

Mine eyes foresee our world broken forever,

Hear do I their plans for thee,

Feel do I the restless nether:

Come take deaths embrace,

Shrouding thy lands,

Hiding a Summer’s haze,

Cleanse them in the fires of promise,

Strip the powerful with thine own hands:

Renew a world lost, my dark goddess below,

And with your grace, divinely astray,

Disembarrass times hands of deceptions plateau,

And renew the loss of warm Summer days.