Revised sonnet #1569
I peer in grid engraved old mirror panes
I notice Kull and Talon shaking nervous hands
Their gauntlets grasp a pax as what sustains
The bands of bordering and seguing lands
Third party foe out flux their value wanes
A chief of fortunes soldiers countermands
A graft tree holds its ground in cypress stands
Its branches bear three fruits against the grains
Those seedless fruits are orange lemon lime
The leaves are glossed and even evergreen
The groom and bride appear two kids quite keen
Their future present past pile autumn clime
A pestilence arrives and stops the play
Postponed till wakes end a wedding day
Chorus play caper revel