This started out to be a parody of George Sterling's beautiful sonnet \"That Walk in Darkness\", but it got away from me. Still, it gives me a chance to post Sterling's sonnet (though I have done so once before, along with another, over a year ago), so I'm including it anyway.

She Walks in Sadness

Not where her hunting fanboys raise their cries,
And comb the city streets for any trace,
And sweep the networks for their idol's face
Dwells Erika, whom heartaches have made wise,
For those who've branded her with avid eyes
Have driven her into this covert place,
An exile self-imposed, recovering grace
Beside a friend whose star is on the rise.

And though her ardent worshipers must pine
For losing what was never theirs, or real,
They never reckoned what their worship cost.
She sometimes seeks within herself to find,
Behind the gates that bear fame's bitter seal,
The gentle, wistful girl she somehow lost.

(apologies to George Sterling)
That Walk in Darkness
George Sterling

Not when the sun is captain of the skies,
Nor when the sapphire dwelling moon divine
Arrows with light the battlements of pine,
Roams Lilith, she whom raptures have made wise;
But one shall see her with enchanted eyes
When starlight makes mysterious her shrine,
That whoso drinks her beauty's golden wine
Shall lose his hope and need of Paradise.

And tho the cruel vision smite him blind,
Yet more than they who mourn him is he whole
On whom her sorceries have burst in flood,-
To whom her lips are offered, that he find
Her kiss a consternation to the soul
And scarlet trumpets pealing in the blood.

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