Revised sonnet #257
Times past if called to clash Id serve up siege
To castles palaces and citadels
I smoked out every one as worthy liege
The victories invoked the chimes of bells
Inside the visor scarves to filter smells
Upwind Id watch the smoke engulf in waves
A minimum of damage doubters quells
This olive branch a lot of losers saves
I peddle pyres I loathe the sprawl to graves
I drowned once delegates of Golden Horde
Thus put a block to parasitic knaves
I couldnt offer Gordian Knot in cord
I was away too long I lost the maid
Im crushed inside though carnally Id strayed
Chorus maid damsel wench
