Alexandrian Sonnet 23 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Larceners may steal all my belongings
Leaving me in nothing but a bagger,
Fire may raze down me and my buildings
Leaving my bones and buildings an icon of flatter.
My body may be scourged with heated iron,
Wild animals may on my flesh feast,
I may be tortured with the most cruel gridiron
And die in the hands of the bloodless beast.
That I will be killed by kidnappers I do not care
Neither the fear of fierce furnace prick me
Living with poisonous serpent, nor evil spirits make me scare.
I fear but two things; the first is God, the latter is sole
I fear women for they can destroy both the body and soul.