Behold, the apple golden pure
delights the sense and turns the eye
from what seemed meant to what is sure,
the best offense to peace is sly;
the choice is made and strife remains
to do or die as trial ordains,
for need of one outweigh the few
who threat betrayal as their due.
Tis bittersweet to end so near
the heart of those with wisest words
who sought the first among the thirds.
Tis better - sweet - to end all here,
then see them made a fool of sleight
when there is yet such goodly might.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
KöltészetEvery 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...
