Sonnet 1

"That Which Standeth Fourth, the World Against"

By: Justin S. (whiteflame)

Three men were sitting at a table long,

In jollity they cheered their wants with word,

The first man said, “of wealth I sing my song”

for coins, I wish to place upon her gird;

The next, he laughed and said, “I think it wise,”

to wish for deeds of great to win her heart;”

The last, he sighed and said, “I know it dies,

I wish to own her grace, my life to start.”

But I, I wished for that which praised is not,

And that which spureth hearts of steel to scorn

by those whom wishist for a greater lot,

They know not moon which raisest all forlorn.

And thus I wished, but neither fate nor force,

Can alter human form to that of horse.

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