a collection of literature from poets, bards, songwriters, and skalds in the SCA

Sonette XVI

Poem (Canso): 

I stumble forth through foreign wilderness,
With bloody foot and hand, without my way
And wanting to prosper by break of day.
Yet growing speed makes aiding light seem less:
I focus not on my dear Euridess.
Eternally I seem to wander ay,
Until full from the path I have away
And hope for naught, but that she me address
In thought, or voice, or vision from afar.
But where in Hell can such a hope be found?
Begin I to despair, losing this war
Within, that opens wide a mortal wound.
As life doth from me ebb, approach I see
Squire and horse, bearing arms of piety.