Thy Treason O Fate
Nigh like a chameleon, conceal that can,
Camouflage, sly head in wisdom to shake,
Yet seldom can save your life from a snake,
So how O Fate ye deal with mortal men.
O stutter not with a mask nigh jaded,
Gossamer veils that little can conceal,
Beware, ye end up much more to reveal,
Not just your infamy, fraud and façade.
Wish, man had not bitten that baited fruit
Of lure ye planted in Eden Garden
In utter bliss and height of temptation,
Wish he’d stayed true to him— innocent brute.
To be your true self ye might have reason…
Mislead men, yet what it be but treason?
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Sonnet | 03.12.2007 | fate, treason
Poet’s note: This piece wonders on the ways of Fate, on Temptation, forbidden fruit, and Maya's play. Fate, it seems, likes to watch on till we commit crime, and once the ill deed is done, catch us post facto on Judgement Day!
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