Image of a door in white and blue
Pulled ajar by vagabonds. It rains
And I am stuck between the door and you
Lost to all the light I hoped to gain.
Close it for land's sakes; it brings a draft
Quietly the beggar men remain
Lost to all the light they hoped to gain.
What means this, sir: I hope to ascertain.
I am stuck between the door and you:
You held it like a gentleman: I laughed.
This image of a door in white and blue--
Close it for land's sakes; it brings a draft.
What means this, sir? I hope to ascertain
How I lost all the light I hoped to gain.
postscript
Day four of the May Sonnet Challenge. This is a Faustian sonnet, devised by Nichrysalis I chose the inverted option for the last two lines.