Due to my affection for wintery weather, I am tempted to say that this day was happy and gray, but that is not the case. Alas, the provider of YouTube Bleach episodes got all her work erased when the company complained. A genuine tragedy. Fortunately, a poem- not related to Bleach, of course- which I wrote after a bit of inspiration this afternoon may help to ameliorate this sad state.

Sonnet CII- Uncanonized

She must be crazy, in above her head,
Who follows all the intercessors' calls
While evils hide like shadows on the walls
Of deathly valleys where, in Jesus' stead,
She scurries dauntless down depressing drops
To rescue souls in lonely, earthly Hell,
To bring them back to happy Israel,
Without contentness till the sadness stops.
Except, with sweetness, she is firmly just,
Who like her Savior brings to famine weal,
But if the spirit sins, she will not heal,
Renouncing hopeless ones to Fortune's trust:
That savored sorrows and sarcasms might
Be taken unto Death within the night.

A fitting work with the onset of Advent. While this is an honor for an actual saint and imitator of Jesus Christ, I intertwined the biblical allusions to- what else- key elements of that song of songs, Rihanna's "Disturbia." One of the best things about being a poet, of course, is playing off of other artists' works, especially for the purpose of hollowing their structure out of its intended message, and isogetically inserting another to one's own fancy- especially especially when working in the service of Christ, and to the glory of His saints.