Sonnet

© 2004 Roger Kuin
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By winding ways and indirection led
Lightly you travel on and lose your way:
Over the wood the darkling of the day
Outstrips your sight; an owl screams overhead;
Do you ask shelter, beg to find a bed?
Fear much: your host is gliding on his way
On silent feet to find you. You will pay
Redly the feast, awaken drained and dead.
Vindicate now your reason, face to face
And neck to fang with this wild quiet: he
Must sadly love you, haunt and tragedy
Play in bruised eyes and stalk in his embrace.
You pity his old hands, and as you lie
Refusing truth, he kisses, and you die.

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