John Fleming Poet Sonnet

At Some Such Appointed Hour

Deeply immersed in dispassionate thought,                
  Of that moment which comes but once amidst            
 The whirling storm, daring Hannibal fixed             
His eagle eye upon the chance and caught                
   The glory old Gods didst offer unto him;             
 He who kept his head whilst all others failed         
Has known that instant demand from within:-    
  Fury borrows frenzy as needs avails.    
 Should all men, at some such appointed hour,           
Find themselves at their own fast closing                        
    Gate,                                               
   Then bravely toss the dice and chance                         
     With fate...                                     
 For what worth mere chance if not empowered?          
Better die as Hector dragged by the heels --          
   To be borne back homewards laid on 
 Your shield!

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Connie Marcum Wong March 30, 2020 at 1:45 AM The bravery of men in myths and legends leaves one in awe and disbelief. I enjoyed this wonderful write John. Keep safe. xxoo

Eve Roper March 23, 2020 at 9:34 PM I hope we all one day meet at the front gate. Lovely write, John. John Fleming March 27, 2020 at 7:05 AM Thank you so much for the visit, Eve. My very warmest regards! :) john P.s An extra big thank you for all the kind comments you have given my scribblings over the last few years...it is very much appreciated I can assure you. Cheers!