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Lusus Naturae Sonnet 47 (Petrarchan)

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Lusus Naturae Sonnet 47 (Petrarchan)

Between the witching hour and saffron dawn,
When guileless hearts are peacefully asleep,
An evil prowls a wolf amidst the sheep,
With fangs as bloody daggers swithly drawn;

And erelong the warmth of blood shall spawn,
A frenzy thus unloosed from hellish keep,
While all the angels’ watch and soothly weep,
As souls are bled, until ungodly gone.

Awake I prithee, yon morrow blushes night;
While sun forestalls evil in its grave,
Prepare a holy arsenal to fight;
And double-glaze thine eyes with marbled sight;

Your dead, undead shall rise a vampires’ slave,
Then woe to hearts unsheathed eftsoons twilight.

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