Friday, May 27, 2005
Upon the rack of circumstance
Where life had tried to break me,
I followed gods of time and chance
Wherever they would take me.
So time and chance they thrashed me hard,
Which only served to steel me;
My heart was scarred, I kept my guard,
Afraid it would reveal me.
A stony castle on a hill
Now ever would protect me.
Heart's hardened walls and force of will:
No lover could reject me.
'Til Love and Hope, by craft and guile
Attacked my keep to save me:
Hope's hidden door and secret stile
Let Love in to enslave me.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull