Talk Like Shakespeare Day 2010

Tempter’s Visit (a sonnet)

Nighttide hisses malice across the wind

And Blackness himself creepeth o’er the sill

“I recall t’ thee that thou greatly sinned

And thou hast once more chosen thine own will;

Despite thy baptized mark of symboled cross

And loathful beads pressed in thine guilty hands,

Thine plaintive pleas please none; thou gain but loss;

So grieve not against deep desire’s demands.

Doth thou receive peacefulness from thine prayers?

Doth thou believe thou aren’t so soon condemned?

Thine countless sins hath struck thee from his care;

When thou expires, thine soul to me he’ll send.”

I slowly stirred my soul from reverie

And spake “Sorry – were you addressing me?”

(The actual day was yesterday, 4/23 – I started this late at night but didn’t get it completed in time.)

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