Sonnet 439

So when benevolence shall pride a king
To shun the edicts of a lordly crown,
In guilted supplication so to bring
Some wise salvation he does craft alone;
A proud belief that hectored serfs upraised
Might now rejoice, his moral worth confirmed,
Where he of shameful power now erased,
Is then with Gods of heaven set assured.
A sovereign blessed, by charity undone,
Vanquished sure as in a battle lost
As many a righteous purpose set in stone
Shall proffer bliss where Hell is but the cost.
Yes once the king of guilt, now but pride’s fool,
Held there in chains by those he once did rule.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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