On metamorphic elements we sing
Aware that youth and beauty are a phase
To which the fearful and the broken cling
With disregard for age and length of days.
The power beauty holds both firms and sways.
Resolve is like a poison to the mind
When standing on full youth and all its ways.
There is no honor for the old and blind
When fleeting youth is all it left behind.
But youth will never know the life in years
Until it is no longer youth. Refined
The eyes of age to see that time reveres
The fleeting, broken elements it brings:
It's nectar oozing from our broken wings.
postscript
[link] Spenserian sonnet as part one of two sonnets (so far) for the Crown of Sonnets we're all collaborating on at, of course, Crowns of Sonnets. Check out the link above. The crown sonnet contains fourteen lines that we take and then write sonnets around. That is, the beginning and ending lines of our sonnets tie into the original crown sonnet. Aren't sonnet crowns awesome?