As Angel's Trumpets Blare

[MHenry]

As Angels' Trumpets Blare

He burst the scene on angel's wings
With a piteous tale to tell
Of egregious acts, and the choir sings
Hymns for him and wishes the stranger well

There are those who cry false prophet
And there are those who idolize
Yet the wise discern loft from soffit
What escapes the child's eyes

But the wings then melt as paraffin
On a mountainous tower of lies
And all who chose to mourn for him
Bear witness his thin disguise

Though evil deftly masquerades
Clarity deflates the puffed charades

[RhymeLovingWriter]

You will have a book of sonnets soon. Beautiful, poignant verse - left open to interpretation of the reader. Great service to the craft here MHenry! Kudos!

[MHenry]

Thank you, RLW! Who Knew?

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Only the Shadow...or the muse...or the muse's shadow....

[grant hayes]

I hear ya. I only just caught up with this finely wrought sonnet. It sings, MHenry, it sings, and in its own sweet right! Kudos!

[MHenry]

Thank you, grant, Written in honor of those perceptive few.

[imrogue]

very nice MH! I think I can relate...😁 ... seriously, I like it a lot!

[MHenry]

Thank you, imrogue, I appreciate your kind words.

[Bobby Del Boy]

Who are we talking about here MHenry? Maybe a politician? Lol

[MHenry]

Certainly, one could imagine a blond cherub with a faux conservative bent and a really bad hairdo wearing this mantle!

[Bobby Del Boy]

Aha! I was right! Humpty Trumpty............