Beware the jinn allowed to rise
from out of slumber centuries long
among those darker, unknown skies
too soon met with no hope of song
that shows a man made better still.
O! Where is she of fairer will
that - in the days no longer lived -
a man from out a beast derived?
See how his weapons keep their sleep;
they wait the dawn of lust renewed
for blood not held within their brood.
Without her - without cause to weep -
he'll never know humanity,
the strength in his fragility.
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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...
