Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Wanderer's Man o' War Sonnet


Man o’ war, oh, Man o’ war,
verily the cry rings out.
A weak man's plea with hands aloft,
Poor fool, what be he about?
Man o’ war, oh, Man o’ war,
away with all worries bout.
Burn thine torch, brighten thine eye,
Truly a fine made redoubt.
Man o’ war, oh, Man o’ war,
Sweet scent of each Virtue bought.
I fear at last through the last Ruination,
My bank account has finally run out.

-The wanderer A

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