Sam's Sonnet
By: Sam Barkley
What a folly man doth have within his soul
His heathenistic love of someone else
His conscience wavers like a newborn foal
It seems as if his soul has lost its pulse
How could he wander from his roots divine?
Why should he leave the warmth of his embrace?
Perhaps, God said, that all he needs is time
But why should he surrender from thine grace
The Prince of Darkness on his evil throne
What blasphemies he brings against the Lord
Unholy bribes of flesh and sin alone
Inside he gazes to the sacred nord
This game that we have played for years and yond
Well never truly have a lasting bond
