Sunday, April 8, 2012

Devil's Bane

Fear this joining you would say to me?
Nay! I say you must fear it, for a sea
Of evil you have placed before my path,
And caused the skies to be full, blazing wrath!
Give up that which will cause you woe and pain?
Says you! Who would prevent me from refrains
Of love,  the perfect fit, a gentle glove
That sits upon my hand like a mold of
Clay; so shall I be molded to your fear,
That that you may see what I truly hold dear!
Now get thee behind me! I walk my way.
And though you do fine me with taxes, pray
For my ruin as a storm cloud above,
My head is protected by heavens love!

                                                               Devil's Bane, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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