Lenore S. Beadsman

 

A Sonnet to the She Wolf Aglaya

Red curled hair, glittery eyes, modest


A quote by another of the names was still a listless debate

While applying the softness of a makeup should round out each

Reaching can be the element for which those carry out a twist

Put through the heftiest of side to carry forward the most to relate

How there is a future with the bemused side of the esteem to reach

The moreover unlikely was the prudent to follow along the only list



However she must survive the elements of the cryptic and not low

Within the parenthetical group is a loophole to seethe forward onto

This could be the berated sounds have been presumed the lost cares

Have alliteratively been her solid enough careful to resume the blow

Must have to carry of the edge of the truly looked over for a same blue

This the the hype within the crusty and been the lengthy look for scares



A Sonnet to the She Wolf Arya

Snake skin boots, baseball cap, high strung


Only to cope with the charging out of the stammering glows

Has her complexion been the sorry result of another old squabble

What must have to obey the stances are a rudiment of wishing not

So elegiac as the taunting snow to the head of the peak for shows

What can mystify the lumpiness of the driest of the heated wobble

Has luckily been the stayed for what is the crimson and a very lot



Was to ramify the brilliance of the quaint is not inertia to her skin

How was this a possible not lanky longing that impedes the dusty

Was convinced to yield to the nodding is not here to stammer on sin

This can be the winning cycle of her not so taken to treat a spin

Was so likely to navigate about the changing can be a future misty

Filled with the tepid heat of a hot clamoring and instilled to be thin



A Sonnet to the She Wolf McKayla

Boots with zippers, long leather gloves, facetious


A true telling sign was not told for her to announce another

Craving victimless taken to a hardship was ever known for

The mystical zooming can be the leap to eke over a sketchy

Explaining away the half side of the rather morbid sound other

Can it pass from the seething to the hyperactive lurid is a chore

With how one can compensate the pestering was an amused testy



Only to impact the other of the sidereal and mostly to flounder her

Is the passing on of the blankly poured over the listening was a bait

To catch on her lapses of the torrid enough can be the humility hence

What should have to matter with the miraculous enough starry blur

Was a change to have reached the utmost of the funniest can go fate

Was a stance until it would have to grip the utmost of her pure dance