Begone

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Begone

Sonnet

Begone o impostor light of misleading glare,
Bearing the dubious torch of shadow ideals,
Luring my heart into depths of abyss-lands
From its chartered course to the distant star.

Begone o malicious voice of whispers untrue,
Singing a dirge fashioned from the poison
Extracted from the fangs of human reason
To fell my quest and my soul’s call to disprove.

Begone o enervating inability of exertions shy,
Stamping my each laboured seed of will,
Watering with doubt the sprout to kill 
The voyage of my soul to its haven most high.

The triple debilitators I have bound in my being
To rend in a miraculous instant of His seeing.