Such visions as I dare recall
of final hours where I lacked skill
enough to lengthen or ease. All
my soul to see you so was ill.
Were you not one as state knew well?
One to give misery some hell
and just by standing more than tall,
no matter how the beck and call.
To see you stilled against your will,
I'd rather listen to your knell
though mighty oak be mineto fell.
To save your will I'd do it still.
What care I for cruel protocol?
You made me great when I was small.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
