Alexandrian Sonnet 20 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

For a decade year troy was under a great force
Beset by the Greeks their relentless foes,
But on that faithful night that they had dragged to horse,
Rejoicing and celebrating, they met the unutterable woes.
Thus, the safest place that one may decide to lodge
Could in its essence be the most dangerous place;
Beautiful things (like the horse) could be a deceitful forge
But its outward grace is charming and good to embrace.
And those who see everyone in the village
As vultures with a friendly smile
Will run to the city and meet with the rage
Of larceners, kidnappers and of men greatly hostile.
Sweet things as sweet could be, kill faster
Than those things wherein themselves are bitter.