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The virtuous medlar circle
thoroughly bletted
 
 

 A Dark lord's Lament
(his sorrowful sonnet)

by Barbara Robson

 

When morning light does pry awake my mind
and grudgingly, my limbs begin to stir
I wonder why the gods are so unkind
but satisfy myself the clock must err
I close the light to block away the light
and draw the rug above my aching head
for surely it is still the dead of night
and careful overlords are still in bed.
Though ogres battle men on my behalf
as heroes drive my armies from their lands
I’d rather sleep than wield the cursed staff
that brought the taint of evil to my hands.
I only wished to cast a little charm
upon a pretty girl; I meant no harm!
 


"A Dark Lord's Lament (his sorrowful sonnet)" first appeared in Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, #12, April/May 2004
 

Barbara Robson is a *scientist
and in her own words, "a dabbler in writing".
 
Her short story "Lizzy Lou" is included in  the prestigious  Year's Best Fantasy 5 (2005), edited by David G. Hartwell and Kathryn Cramer. Some dabbler.
 
See the Canberra Speculative Fiction Guild for her bibliography.
 
She lives happily in Canberra.
 
*For the curious, she's a biogeochemoecboloplast.
 
Barbara Robson can be reached at bjrobson (at) gmail.com



 


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"A Dark Lord's Lament (his sorrowful sonnet)" copyright © 2004-2005 by Barbara Robson,
first appeared in Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, #12, April/May 2004
This poem appears here with thanks to Barbara Robson,  whose payment was less than a brass razoo.
This poem is part of a series of invited pieces by people I find deliciously inspiring, always a hoot, and who write like a bletted medlar tastes. A.T.
The Virtuous Medlar Circle © 2004, 2005