Wednesday, June 13, 2012


Weary with toil that lasts forever more
And sure that I"ll find it upon the shore
Where you do wait to mock me with false tears
I find that you are now least of my fears.
Once I did think you to be a fiendish beast
Upon which I did long to feed, feast
Upon your foolish carcass and make good
With the spoils of your body, O, I would!
But I've come from the deep and I've seen him,
He who does not sleep without nor within.
I caution you to run away from your tricks
Lest he catch you upon some sharpened sticks;
Yet now I am done in warning you son,
I hope you have sense as I do, to run.

U-TURN, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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