Thy Treason O Fate

Nigh like a chameleon, conceal that can, Camouflage, sly head in wisdom to shake, Yet seldom can save your life from a snake, So how O Fate ye deal with mortal men. O stutter not with a mask nigh jaded, Gossamer veils that little can conceal, Beware, ye end up much more to reveal, Not just your infamy, fraud and façade. Wish, man had not bitten that baited fruit Of lure ye planted in Eden Garden In utter bliss and height of temptation, Wish he’d stayed true to him— innocent brute. To be your true self ye might have reason… Mislead men, yet what it be but treason? ________________________________________ Sonnet | 03.12.2007 | fate, treason Poet’s note: This piece wonders on the ways of Fate, on Temptation, forbidden fruit, and Maya's play. Fate, it seems, likes to watch on till we commit crime, and once the ill deed is done, catch us post facto on Judgement Day!