Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Large Sin

Cowardly, dash into place,
No mark see thee,
upon thy face.
Thy gentleman is trapped,
Merely by sin.

Vows to never commit,
Another act in violence.
Disobediant he is.
Thou can't see.

But a shout,
of a boy.
Clearly hidden by thou toy.
The King be dead,
Not one shall remain.

Fickle brother,
Go back i say.
To the monastry delight,
it's where you belong.
There, you shall fight.

Five ancients, stand!
Assembled in but one way.
Fifty silver goblets,
Lifted with the most proceeding respect.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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