Sunday, May 13, 2012

Providence Failed

Doth the falcon have a voice that he calls
So serendipitously as he falls?
Yet lest my hearing not take advantage
Of what his voice does to the stone montage
That are mine enemies arrayed against
My person, who have but little defense,
I take upon myself to strike the first,
To level the odds, to slake my blades thirst.
But even as the battle rage fit
That has taken me by surprise, the wit
Of my follow begins to shape anew
Until arrogance binds me like a shrew.
I heard the call, but did not think it prude
To credit the falcon, the hawk imbued...

                             Providence Failed, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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