He slyly struts: the wolf out on the prowl
He spies the moonlight glisten off her skin
In distant woods he hears the darkness howl
Amidst that gloom another twists and twines
It seems the gods his journey do oppose
As lightning strikes only her beauty shines
His course maintain'd on to bestow that rose
Now at her feet one patiently implores
The other with the tongue of Sinon mocks
Through tangled lives of choices she ignores
Out seeps the life of one who is no fox
While poor Will sleeps in streets of scoff and scorn
The fool returns from roof to court at morn
Copyright © 2008 by Layne Cockcroft
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