The Horn of Plenty (Sonnet)

[roadrunner3]

The Horn of Plenty, sounding out my name
A cornucopia of enticements
Lady Fortune invites me to her game
Promising the sought for enlightenment.
"Come unto me," she calls in my distress
"And you will find the comfort for your soul,"
But frosty fear pours forth from her caress
So soft at first, but then like hangman's hold.
Temptations oft come knocking at my door
Some in disguise, and some with Fenris feet,
They beckon and promise shimmering shores
And Eden-like adventures oh so sweet.
I hesitate, before I let them in,
And in that space a cosmic war begins.

[anirbas]

hehehe...This one sent me into peals of cackles and giggles, Runner, with it's last six lines...
Thanks for sharing and great to see you hanging out and about the place! Sabrina.

[roadrunner3]

Thanks Nir!
RR

[anirbas]

You're very welcome! ;D

[DavidMc]

Tis' this about temptations of the flesh dear bard?

Very well written sonnet ... (I cringe away from writing in this form)

David

[roadrunner3]

I was thinking about overindulgence of any kind. Could be
anything from cognac to computer games. Something that first
appears as a harmless distraction but winds up threatening to
derail your whole way of life.

[anirbas]

Tis a grand poem by a grander human. Miss him, mightily too.