The Sonnet Project: Sonnet # 4 (Winter of 1680)

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Sonnet #4  (Winter of 1680)

Around the camp of soldiers wide and thin

A voice that whispers through the forest floor

In angst one boy wakes up as it begins

And as he hears it’s sound, it is no more.

A pounding and a thrashing wakes them all

But slow receding as it did before

Again what comes when Fairy Nymphs enthrall

To lift a veil of ignorance and gore

They stand with open arms outstretched to him

The milky pale of skin against the night

The boy does want to kiss the maidens few

But quick as come, they fly away in fright

One boy is still, and shivers in the cold

And waits to see them till he turneth old.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

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