Sonnet - 92 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Are their Lens that Fiddled to Re-score such Wound
By his Self submerged and sought to Forgive
Which Intent borrows not his Busy Thoughts found
To Consume their Lives both as they see Fit
Why these Tailors now his Buried Needle prick
When sewn to Digress his Healing's release -
This Battle the Prince fought his own Chains pick
When his own Heart aligned his Soul's Release
Be them be: which this Verser also Accepts,
Make room their Fresh Grounds ripen into Prime
As Prosper the Hero marks their Precepts
Whichever their Contract melts into Thine.
That we all have Limbs designed to Move-On
Such Prime Step this Peace they Carry upon.