In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
Categories:
debauching, absence, allegory, allusion, blessing,
Form: Other
once a creature dwelled nearby that was
awakened by false hopes guiding sole
intending to cause harm upon him
eye misted instead of observing
the challenger's foreign tongue
ritualistic duties imposed by human law
more crucial now in the encounter
frustration masks a dismal countenance
debauching the last few moments of relations
the visage of a cyclops peering from slumber
at site of the monstrosity's arousal
a sword fell, but its sheath remained
shielding the user from spoken arrows
that pierce the hearts of men and beasts
apologies waiting upon the field of battle
frigid climate stifling movement
a cold spout waking him to forsaken solidarity
Categories:
debauching, allegorymyth,
Form: Free verse