Sonnet 412

And shall they laud the wonders of your name?
Only when by praising they accrue
Infinitesimal access to your fame
Where they might of your essence self imbue.
Yes, hear it now my friend, I knew him once,
I met him then, yea many years ago
And he was (this or that) I can pronounce:
Thus so the swindled tattle now may go.
Yet truth fair known, they would as surely tell
A story that would so denounce you there,
That you be sworn to truly hail from hell
And of your evil, there be no compare.
To resurrect or murder yet in kind,
So tongues oft see where every eye is blind.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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