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Sonnet: Glooming Swords
I want my sword to water wilting plants,
Yet not to slay any false foes in wars
Like an ant killer gobbling helpless ants,
Or any monstrous beast that walks on fours.
I see sun like a wearied man plod home,
And moon stare vacantly across the field;
Wind hums with dreary ghosts that wildly roam,
And flies oft' buzz around my blood-stained shield.
In this turret of the castle ...... I guard
A mighty monarch and his lulling kins,
For whose peace, people's peace I disregard;
For whose pleasure, I scar my soul with sins.
May kindness kindle his relentless heart
And doves freely fly like pieces of art.
10 syllables in each line (Ref. manysyllables.com)
Sept. 22, 2020
Copyright ©
Newton Ranaweera
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