Beware!
Published on February 17, 2023
Beware!
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #44
It is Thee, it is Thee who hast stolen my melody,
My song-tongue now lies wedded to silence
And savours long gone drift o’er in faint memory,
Am made barren, a mere bark sans sap or essence.
It is Thee, it is Thee, the usurper of my being,
Bartering all my strenuous thought and labour
For a berth on a shadow ship on shadows sailing,
Leaving me on the shoreless void an aimless sailor.
It is Thee, it is Thee who hath plundered my joys,
An avarice is Thine that leaves nothing of me,
Blotting my dream-moon, draining my rainbow hues,
My ruin a token spoil of Thy emphatic victory.
Oh but I shall cry till there is a tongue in the will of me,
“Him I adored and by Him felled, beware! This is He, this is He!”